You are the morning, you are the dawn
You fill the rivers you heat the sun.
Trapped in paradise I stare out into the tundra of no mans land
these metalled mountains and tarnished skies play no hand in our demise
they simply are.
There were stars in our eyes in the beginning
There was honor in the beginning
There was a dream of freedom in the beginning
But how can I be free in world where freedom is bought?
I am penniless, right less, sleepless and lost,
Oscillating between good and great.
Stuck in the past
What happened to the heroes who fought for blood?
Is bravery a gene too saturated among the swell of people now?
Look around there is strength in our numbers yet
Truth to be found and nothing is set
- Mehr Hussein
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Oscillating between good and great.
Stuck in the past