The wheel of pain
I stand here alone
Pretending I'm a stone.
The dark orange sky,
Makes me wanna fly.
I wish the morning
Will come crawling,
Spreading the colors
Into my Brothers.
Brothers of steel,
Stopping the wheel,
The wheel of pain,
That's never the same.
I'll write in the trees
The book of my tears,
And the Sun will dry
The tears of my cry.
The waters will flow,
The winds will blow,
Nothing will remain,
There's nothing to blame.
by Robert Ohler
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