And
flowers start to cry,
When
the sky hides the moon.
And
flowers start to cry,
When
the sky hides the stars.
And
flowers start to cry,
When
the sky hides the earth.
June walks amongst some light drizzle.
I
knock with rhythm of longing,
Where
is the poet of my heart?
Sleep
beside me my heart and my soul
In
this world that offers
no future
I’ll trust you more than I should
Cause June will be a piece
of memory.
When
flowers start to cry
It’s
the day you steal my freedom
When
flowers start to cry
It’s
the day you kill my children
And
when flowers star to cry
It
is the day you refuse to love
June
will be a piece of memory
As soon as the moon fades out,
And the stars grow fainter
That’s when the earth melts away
And the sky will be lonely
Greed and envy,
Arrogance and hegemony,
Intolerance and accusation
Violence and anger
Prejudice and hatred
Decline then vanished
And
June will be a piece of memory.
Camden Pl
‘05
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