miércoles, 23 de diciembre de 2009

Bullet good night.

Bullet good night.

Advancing trough the night
some shadows move a cross the land,
some howls and voices I can’t understand,
well… I guess life’s just like that.

One more parade or march,
I don’t know why…
but I think this won’t last.

Iron taste and color red,
guess it’s time to say good night,
it all makes sense when people dies…
by a bullet called war.

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