The Struggle
I have sowed a field of flowers divine
I have drunk the purest drops of wine
Tasting every single tear I weep
I long for treasures I dare not keep
Within that field of opium lies
Tempting is the smell of human disguise
While the morning dove pays its fees in its song
I shall not expose my weary soul for long
Looking upon the piercing blue blanket way high
A solid white flag flies against an ebony sky
Drowning in the stench
Drowning in the lie
All i can ever ask is why
I have drunk the purest drops of wine
Tasting every single tear I weep
I long for treasures I dare not keep
Within that field of opium lies
Tempting is the smell of human disguise
While the morning dove pays its fees in its song
I shall not expose my weary soul for long
Looking upon the piercing blue blanket way high
A solid white flag flies against an ebony sky
Drowning in the stench
Drowning in the lie
All i can ever ask is why
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