2020 A Year To Breathe
A Year For Many Roads TO End
As We Face Our Future
Minds Cant Be Prison
Lives can't Be Controlled
This Is The Last Battle
Against OurSelf
Against The System Of Lie
The End Of The Tunnel
Yet We Never Learn
The Power of Justice means
People Over All Above,
Nor Any Book, Should Determine,
The Pathway Of Any Man
Now Time Has Awaken,
For The Last Battle Of Us,
Against OurSelf
The Moon Fails To Shine Down
On Either Day Or Night
And The Night Birds Call In Sadness
When I Turn To Look
The Flowers Had All Fallen Away
It Was As If All Comfort
Has Vanished From The World
The Blossoms Beseech The Gods
Even Though In This World
We May Know Grief And Suffering
Our Dreams Shall Never Die
And They Fall From The Branch in Anger
(Bless All Forms Of Life)