The mynahs hop silently
the soil sleeps fitfully
the blossoms outburst
from the earth’s heart
the soil sleeps fitfully
the blossoms outburst
from the earth’s heart
So much happens here
My friend my dear
Where you headed?
To the land of dead!
My friend my dear
Where you headed?
To the land of dead!
The sighs of the dying
the screams of the dead
all night replaying
inside your soft head….
the screams of the dead
all night replaying
inside your soft head….
I remember,
last belligerent furore
When there
broke out a war
you told me
with conviction
You'r going,see
for negotiation
You came back broken
your spine was bent
your resolves torn
your patience spent
What fountain of hope
you've drunk from?
It seems like dope
the drug taken firm
Hold on you, lad
you cast pearls,so sad
before the swineherd
Often I have heard
You are again headed
to the dark land of dead
with your torch of hope
your brand of dope.
Joanna give me hope!!!
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