This is one of the first works i wrote i was i think 13 or so
Deep in the ground a soul cries for loving.
A spirit begging for his lost reality.
The same full of those fighting like insane over a piece of old bread,
Than smiling satisfied. People killing one another.
Like the fools who broke his soul.
Now lost in the sky, flying aimlessly.
In a reality full of love and hate
They left the lonesome spirit in the sharp freezing breeze.
Took him in the path of the ever lasting fire.
Making him lose the last drop of love he had
the rain will be his tears now and the sun his eyes
misunderstood by the world of a virtual insantity
lost in the land of the ever lasting fear