I believed in Paradise
I could even see the light
I could almost heard the songs
no more reasons to fight.
I thought that a lonely man
had at least one chance to live
running on the darkest roads
crossing through a blood Red Sea.
Nights are so strange at all
falling into a deep sky
there's no reality
there're no tears in my eyes.
I believed in poetry
I was just a fisherman
but everything I have
is the grass where I stand.
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