Promenade of the New World
Can you hear the first chord? it's lingering in the air.
The more we talk, the less we hear
Heads will fall, hope alone wouldn't last
Empires will crumble, we’re in too deep to change the outcome
Enshrouded by lies, leaders bow their heads in regret
There’s not much we can do now
We are the ones to blame for this mess
As we speak, leaders dream of marching feet
It’s not about what’s best for you and me
The weight of a signature is more than enough
Mindless scribed lines on paper sealed our fate
Beguiled and fooled
We walk happily towards the new sunset
It’s better to embrace what’s coming!
Can you feel it?
Like raindrops they will fall, the demise of us all.
Forces collide, no matter who's wrong or who's right
Like raindrops they will fall
Be ready to welcome the blast.
Staff paper awaits
No more gloom, Let’s celebrate
Who knows whose hand will show its mastery?
A wide array of notes at our disposal
Our masterpiece awaits for its composer.
About the Creator
Giovanni Profeta
Swimming through life one stroke at a time.
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