Mouvelle&Liv

The rain will surely wash away the blood
But it won't dry their tears
The writing on the wall may reassure them
But it won't take their fears
And I suffocate again
And wonder if they will fight
I already know the answer:
There are ones who just might
Yet eventually they'll tell
"It's not so bad..."
And they'll ignore the hatred
Which yesterday they had
And I can't breath
Die of the idea of leaving them alone
Without me the system has won
Without any contribution-
Why, "God", why does the day of my death have to be
The day of the revolution?

Liv