Revolution
We took different roads,
But we still run on the same blood
Heavier is the load
Easier it will anchor us in flood
Your face is open
While mine is under the hood
But… Friends in revolution
Are friends for good
We met different hunger
But we still wonder who’s to blame
If I was younger
My song would hardly be the same
And all the words above
Are less than you’ve understood
But… Friends in revolution
Are friends for good
What you see is a wicked land
Love is more than we could lend
Past was just a tragic crime
I bestow these magic rhymes -
Crumpled like a plumber’s coat
Revolution number… what?!
May 08, 2018
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