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Footsteps Of Love
Love is lost in transient Memory…
Empty streets with thousands of people
No love on the ground
Only a cold hand begging for warmth.
Empty eyes and thousands of gazes
Freezing the air and the last breath of love.
Land of freedom, lifeless souls lost in freedom,
Imprisoned in ignorance and glitziness.
Freezing eyes, dropping ice-hard tears to the loveless ground
Into cold hands unable to warm up life.
Dead lips breathing air of freedom
Without dust from ice-cold mouths.
Cold-dry words spoken by free lips,
Dead words painting shadows in the ...