It follows me
Tries to divert me
It's going to break into
Everything around me seems unreal
It's not the way I used
Envy, greed and hate
Have left scars on me
Scars as deep
Armies of butterflies
Whirling around my head
Senses I relied on just
Did the teacher tell you what is right
Have you followed
You wonder if you like the way
He's playing with your
She drifts away in sorrow
Her mind will leave her soon
Its
[Written by John Miles]
People in the downtown streets
Selling food and unusual things
Drinking water
I'm on my own
No time and space perceptible
Just deaf and
I leave the ashes of my brutal
Past won't fulfill my
Wandering in thoughts
I remember her calls
Her voice and whisper
Silhouettes of
Thunder from afar. Above a glaring star
The wings spring up
She stops her movements
And whispers to the trees
Secrets of her
Mother hold me. I think I need to cry
Father help
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