Sound of Drums

Somewhere inside my childhood
Perhaps the addiction was real
These small things tend to be true
Every time we thought they could change
But it is clear they remain the same
Until the end

These broken wings
Cannot keep me afloat
I need your hands
To come and heal me
Once again and again
Until I can fly

The world full of demonstrators and haters
No one seems worth the trust
All the good is trashed away!

Take me with you
So we can fly away
And if the angel came down
And took me away
My memory of you
Will remain forever!


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