So lately I’ve been browsing my old archive of lyrics I’ve been written. I found this one quite amusing, one of the best I’ve ever did maybe. I wrote it about a year ago. I don’t know what this was about, I felt loss but it’s cool I suppose. Without further a do, here it goes..
The obstacles became my favorite word The innocence smile of the generation kids Since the older said so Habit became less than what to be done Sincerely that’s the finest thing When what we’ve been wanted all the time Became our new habit That’s the closest to heaven that I can be Dear father can you hear me screaming My throat has been bleeding all the time Just to reach you so far away there Making sure, I’m right on my highway The land of promises is so close to reach Depends on what our action against it Since the ruler said no We must find our way to make it so To talk about freedom That’s the heaven to some people The absolute state of happiness in the mind That will lead you to nowhere Dear father, here’s my second act My throat has been used to it Reaching you is easier than what I thought If I knew it in the first place The enemy of us is laughing in a legion Try to bring us down digging our own grave The stars will guide me coming home Even my shadow won’t let me go further Dear father and now here I am I’m coming home and I won’t go again Please hold me so I will be safe From this empty and cruel world