When the desire of a night is heavy
peaceless and mourning like a rain,
thorns and thistles in the throat
tear up the heart and let it drain
everything becomes too dangerous
even flying.
A ray of light breaks the clouds
so let it shine without chains
rainbow is first to strike the dust
of the hope living in the vains
as the world is full of fakeness,
samaritans wrapped in black coats
even they fizzle under the sun.
When nurture change to neatness
then cloudy sky just tears apart
and head full of crazy madnesss
is clear as this is brand new start
and we are crystalizing
and whistling
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