A faint whisper from the hopes we failed
Are carried across the anger of the seas
Towards the shores of where greed prevailed
And turned the sands into a liquid of agony
Prayers of peace we no longer see
What we believe is what we repeat
There's no meaning to our words
Our tangled tongues speak for the world
And we are nothing but a sleepless herd
Because that's what we seem to be
In this hollowed entropy....
Where we are following the foolish shephard
Who leads us to where all hope stutters
We are made of the wounds our scars cover
In this world where blindness hovers
Where days are nights
And thinkers have plights
When all they have to think about
Is when thier shadows will be lights
They are carried by thier dreams
The source of thier remedy
Where the world is a bright scene
That feeds on harmony
Where wars are nothing but memories
Outside the frame of this scenery
Where the shiny stars are glimmery
Oh.....
And since im one of them
I'd hate to wake up and see
A nation with agonies
I'd hate to wake up and be
A nation with enemies
When i open my eyes...
To a shed of skies....
Because it's my only roof
And it's my only proof...
My only proof of life....
Oh....
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