I am singing in front of an
audience,
All of them are TVs; there is
no silence,
I am singing, but there are no
words coming out,
The audience is just
chattering beyond any doubt,
Who will I sing for? Who will
I lie?
I need someone for whom I can
die.
Nobody seems to listen
anymore.
There’s no blood on the
streets, why are they so gore?
I have seen streets that race
beyond time,
There are dead people on
streets, they just seem to pile,
How can I sing when people
don’t listen?
I’ll live someday, please
don’t hasten,
I just want to sing all alone
now,
I’ll live for somebody,
someday…that’s my vow!
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