Saturday 11 November 2017

The melting ice cream

I know pain
I have seen hope
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
I am a failed revolution
Just picking what is left
Thinking the unthinkable
Supporting a lost cause
Pursuing a gone case
Once thought that nothing is beyond help
I am the judge, jury and executioner

But you cannot bring back the dead  

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