Roads are more
Dangerous but straight
There are mere wagons
Where we hide waters
Army of mobs
They snatched my lights
And burned them alive
Yet eyes guide the eyes
Tales of mountains
They will never reach
Valleys, yours and mine
A stretch of life will do
What for we sell
Our windows and kites?
I cannot submit
My wishes in wild
I demand
A breathing soil
Ever grained and gazing
At my future and curses
Stopping by traffic
I left my ears in crowd
And now walking with you
Just for a music and nothing
We will payback the promises
Once the skies are set, if ever
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