Now I Think

 

Now I think It's almost too late to
Rhyme the lines of our own sad fate 
Knowing to well how it twists and truns
Always trying to make us burn
Come take my hand 
Come with me and leave this land
Toghether we change the hands of fate
Now with their greedy grins and cold colored eyes
They judge our sins as if we stole the sky
Make haste make haste the wind cries aloud
Make haste make haste their on the next cloud
Come take my hand 
Come with me and leave this land
Toghether we change the hands of fate

 

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