Desperation

Minha versão da poesia escrita por Rubria. Espero que gostem.

There's a voice screaming in my mind

Saying that you're such a liar

And asking me to follow the light.

I hear people's prayer

And think they're all wrong

I see a little child crying

But I must be strong.

I have to look beyond, where there's hope

Or should I call it... rope?

A way up, to somewhere without fears

The soldiers march our way, brandishing their spears

I run, and run

It's cold, but I see a tree

With spirits dancing around it, seems like they are three

They sing a happy tale of glory and joy

And I watch, from afar, wishing a guitar for me to strum

And forget my own despair, my own mischief

To forget my anger, my hate

And bask in the very hope I see in front of me

Damn, could it be my own belief?

It's a nightmare, it must be

It's World War Three

People running, cities falling

Stones fly as bombs explode

And I watch, as greed a fellow heart corrodes.

By: Brunus Arkkaza