Let Them Live
Let Them Live1 min 480 1 min 480
Been a while,
Under the crimson sky,
Shrouded by the hazy sunshine,
With those hazel eyes,
In search of a shade instance,
For where a soul solemnly stance,
With every strength to live once again.
Will there be hope,
For fear to elope,
Through a mile of woe?
Will there be scope,
For peace to affix
What's broken deep inside that mould?
Will there be a mole,
For harbouring what's left,
In that drenched peel,
While delving those graves,
With no desire to live more?
Spiraling around those uncharted walkways
Glancing those eerie souls
Squandering their only yearning
That could lead their way to serenity
To their chaotic upkeep.
What's the merry purpose of living,
If all blooter their castles in the air?
What's the difference in survival,
If all kill their very humanly perception
That they truly pin their hopes on?
Let them live
Let them thrive
For the very thing that keeps them alive.
Let them fly with their feathers held high
Let them hymn like a never-ending sunshine
For their dreams which bring them in line.
Let them live and whine
Till death do them part.