7 acessos
A wisp of wind, the rustle of leaves
A ghost-like movement among the trees
Thunder echoed in the distance
No compliance, no resistance
I arose to a day of conflict
A shattered dream by the telephone's ring
Words shake the cobwebs
Loose from my head
An exchange of words turned from green to red
And sparked a day of conflict
The heavens move like a film at high speed
While miles below
I'm feeling its pull
I try to resist but I'm swallowed up whole
Into the bowels of conflict
Electric air shocks the waves in my brain
A subtle effect from the wind and the rain
Thunder cracks open
A hole in the sky
To water the seed of conflict
A shattered dream by the telephone ring
Words shake the cobwebs
Loose from my head
I can only cling to the edge of my bed
And awake to a day of conflict