Razor waire

Razor waire


You're sitting in your chair.
Waiting for your lawyer to arrive
You judge my attitudes
Without looking at your faults
Look and tell me
How far do your eyes reach?
What do you see beyond your nose?
You can not be free when you are in prison.
So get rid of these bitterness
Cutting the wrists now will not do any good.
Look what happened to that priest yesterday.
When he crossed the street
And got hit by a truck
Just because he did not look sideways
We're walking on the razor.
Our feet bleed at every step.
Then why are you standing there?
Why will you be crying if you can smile?
Take the first black horse
What to pass in front of you
And feel the wind beating on your face
Your tears will dry faster
If you move towards the horizon
Where a new sun will be waiting for you
Just follow the song of the wind
And stop feeling sorry for yourself
Let's go! Get up from that chair!
Your feet are bleeding.
Without taking any steps
The black horse awaits you.
Hold on in your cell
And follow the song of the wind


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