Saturday, March 25, 2017


Some people walk in the rain
Some people fear to turn crazy
We live in dark, crucial times
We live through criminal inheritance 
And then, in an empty, naked station
Feelings never felt make love
to dreams never dreamt

We don’t know what happens next
Maybe, the station does,
Maybe, the shivering trees do 
But we must know this, that,
One day, so much love will fill the world
That all the prisons will break

And people won’t be afraid anymore,
People won’t hate anymore.

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