How it changes a lost person
Let there be no death, let not dig a grave of your child
The world would be disordered
How many deaths fit in the yard, there’s always a trail
How many lives fit and it becomes “we”
How it changes a lost person
While mild pains speak, deep pains are mute
The game of the fate is cheating, it makes some walk unbalanced
Just like me, without anyone, I’m writing like crazy unsystematically
Look at this world, it’s wrong with its fears
Mute with its prejudice, alone with its pains
Look at this world, as if it’s calm in the shadow of the moon
The toy has been taken away from you
But, look this war is just starting, traitor
Who are you while trying to protect your loved one?
Who are you when you lose your loved one?
Who are you while trying to be strong?
Who are you while you have hope?
How a moment can change a life
Pain is a judge to us, pop, which woman is this, how many more cases
Game over, remaining stone scissors
Don’t run away, stay, don’t be silent, scream, don’t stop, get up
Who knows who’s holding puppets