The breeze that I loved
Once
I agonized it's flare
Fierce but warm
The breeze of courage
On a faraway hill
The people dance
Around their pure souls
Wind blows slowly
Grasps their smile
Brings the color
Of peace
On a faraway city
There's a dirt called pain
People around it
Agonized by fear
Those tainted hearts
With no mercy at all
Strikes the color of emerging hatred
On a deserted land
Lifes are flaring
Work hard in order to live
Smiles on their cheeks
Dirt around their skin
Hid the color of their fear
Brings the breeze of togetherness
Have you ever try to catch
The wind called hope
The colors are so bright, we can't see
Have you ever try to grasp
The wind called fate
No one knows
No one does
But they keep living
Yes they do
Paint those colors
The colors of life
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