Light

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And a bomb dropped in on the road
Where the little children used to play
And a drop of blood felt down
Before others started to obey
We lie on thorns
And talk about roses
We diminish all
And rehearse our poses
Feeding the lies
To a million lives
Who are we to decide
What to look for and what to deny?

In a winter morning after the rain
When the blood spill was yet to start
And the Sun had forever gone to hide
I deny,
I deny to live in the shadows
Before the uprising of the dawn
I pledge to light a fire
Before all the light has gone.