Friday, January 3, 2014

YESTERYEARS II

In the desert this endless thirst...
Bleeding feet, bodies in dust...
Can't walk more, we are so hurt,
Life making the final effort...
On the faces many a scar.
Bruised and broken we both are.
Too difficult, there's no doubt...
Death is here, dancing about...
Death within and death without,
There is only one way out: 

Together, side by side, we stand.
Walk with me, give me your hand...
And there won't be a suffering anymore.
And there will be a celebration very pure.
And it will be a carnival rather.
And by and by we'll reach together. 

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