My heart trembles,
When I see blood on your sleeves;
And my eyes start to go blind,
When I see children screaming under rubble;
My head spins around in a whirl,
When I see genocide;
I watch the way you throw a cunning smile,
And the way false sermons on human values,
Start flowing from your mouth;
When you are called for help, you draw away;
Your jaundiced eyes do not see the reality;
The person inside you has turned wild,
And I hate the way you love being wild;
The little light I saw inside you has disappeared;
I can't decide where to hide to save myself;
Hide in my own garden of music and light,
Or stay in your world of wild beasts!
Two different worlds - the worlds we live in;
They're just the Hell and the paradise;
I don't belong in your world!
You don't belong in my world!
MyKoul
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