It’s fading… the solitary candle on the mantelpiece of broken dreams inside our minds.

As we… living the life that’s written by the legislators, party leaders down into the ground.

When we were young we dreamt about a gratified and blissful essence with the ones we love.

Now all grown up, a cynic seeking justice in this world and a decent piece of advice…

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An artificial compensation, dragging us throughout the unsuspecting plight.

Longing… for a revolution orchestrated by the people, for the people who share this common fight.

When it will come? The dreams about a gratified and blissful life we fantasized about.

Until we die we can only hope that we’ll meet again, way up high above in paradise.

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