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CRYING FOR PEACE
In the shadow of my tomb
welcomes a kingdom of death
and there's nothing in the emptiness to break the wall
so helpless, fragile and lost into dark soul of the devil
Changed the colour of the sky
cloud with negative thought that
consumed the hearts of innocent
Children of the kingdom in war-scape
bombs, falling of fire storms
never knowing what lay in store
never knowing where to take refuge
as agony and stress fills the air
As the kingdom is shattered by the devastating volcano eruption
turning its glory to decay
families and friends are ripped apart
As all hopes and dreams fell out of sight
broken soul flying out and throat- slitting begins,
killing of children, mothers, old ones and not know or caring about them
Kingdom of darkness
stay so unkind
gnawing its people with disease that
circulates in their veins
When the is no thin line between right or wrong
when body and soul are torn apart
when young ones are deprived of innocence
when the ocean turn into a pool of red wine
dead bodies sun bath on the street
Listening to the cry of the kingdom, my kingdom
knowing that I won't be able mesmerised by its once serenity
As I walked away,
looking back, knowing deep down
I can never dream, this battle away
I'm different , now forever.
welcomes a kingdom of death
and there's nothing in the emptiness to break the wall
so helpless, fragile and lost into dark soul of the devil
Changed the colour of the sky
cloud with negative thought that
consumed the hearts of innocent
Children of the kingdom in war-scape
bombs, falling of fire storms
never knowing what lay in store
never knowing where to take refuge
as agony and stress fills the air
As the kingdom is shattered by the devastating volcano eruption
turning its glory to decay
families and friends are ripped apart
As all hopes and dreams fell out of sight
broken soul flying out and throat- slitting begins,
killing of children, mothers, old ones and not know or caring about them
Kingdom of darkness
stay so unkind
gnawing its people with disease that
circulates in their veins
When the is no thin line between right or wrong
when body and soul are torn apart
when young ones are deprived of innocence
when the ocean turn into a pool of red wine
dead bodies sun bath on the street
Listening to the cry of the kingdom, my kingdom
knowing that I won't be able mesmerised by its once serenity
As I walked away,
looking back, knowing deep down
I can never dream, this battle away
I'm different , now forever.
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