Downing power grids
Shuffling feet at number 10
Behind their closed doors
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Downing power grids
Shuffling feet at number 10
Behind their closed doors
Behind their closed doors,
A creation has been formed,
They are playing God.
They are playing God
But forget infinity
At their own peril
At their own peril
Sounds just like a plot in a
Very cheap novel
very cheap novel
words only a collection
of thoughts due renewal
thoughts due renewal
return journey - sunlight paints
another picture
Another picture
starts to form in the dust,
so a new story,
So a new story
Conjures memory petals
Scented violets
scented violets
blowing in the wind this day
did make my mind wilt
Scented violets,
Scenic skies, this sunlight does
Violence to my skin.
Violence to my skin
Conveys a blaze to my sky
I dream a free man
I dream a free man,
Yet, who dare neglects one's dreams
Besides the un-free?
Besides the un-free?
Who are truly lost without-
Freedoms come up cold.
Freedoms come up cold
Who cares for revenge, for lies?
The world stirs, solves all
The world stirs, solves all
Unhappiness is but a cloud
Dark but still mortal