01 abril 2007

The Cold-Hearted

It would be easier
Without this feelings
That take on our world
And rule our routines

The secret is behind
The way of your life;
Don't care about bad tricks
And damn it phoney smiles

To solve what is a problem,
The clue I found on my path:
Throw out ordinary things
And turn the weapons back

Live always on defense,
Never try to conquer someone,
Listen only the voice of your mind
Instead to believe on heart sounds

Dignified of a title, now perhaps I am,
No child behaviors more, the strongest of the men;
The view is the trail that someday I'll pretend,
Now a cold-hearted human and never more the same...

Savage Mossyer

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