Haven't Won
How is it, that once something so small be so much more than what is to be thought
How is it, that there is so much more than what was the real reason why we fought
Hello? Are you still there?
Maybe I can cease the dove, ask where did you leave the care?
Little is scattered all around the trees of black forest
Something that even the Lord won’t bring me to the chorus
But it seems the righteous things come to those who brake them
Wait.. maybe more reasons? All in nothing, nothing is all, belongs to one that will shake them
Now the hands of the haunted, hands of the forbidden
Hide what is shown and theirs, steal only what is hidden
But how did you know that little song birds sing, and I only sung
Far away, on large rostrum, they broke, hope they hung
Burn with the fiery sun, learn with this chain undone
Clean up the mess.. no.. turn away, to much pain.. lets walk and run
The blood, of mine spilled but we still haven’t won
Lex
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