So wired connection,
malfunction and volatile society-
Even though the darkness,
future written by Satan
You feel, not even a morning,
I listen a bird whistling-
but still try to walk on winter dew,
wish to run on rain when cats and dogs,
chaos raises and makes demand to change,
I believe we will stay,
there like morning sun
Time changes climate and strata,
create species and their evolution
Innocent faces inspire me to fight,
against all odds and evils,
on behalf of humanity
My guitar found its melody and harmony,
even it crosses light years,
Life found rhythm as rhymes.
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