An empty room
Sunday the afternoon
He will be there
When the flowers bloom
A big crow threw
A knife into
His old heart
When it grew
I will cry for you
No matter if you say it’s true
Oh no
The shadow of your name is as big as this whole land
I’m alone
I am not my home
I’m alone
I am not in my herd
An empty room
Sunday the afternoon
Soon they’ll be here
I guarantee
The longest road
Leads to my prose
Do you mind if I rewind
I go wild ?
I don’t know how long it will take for me to cry
I sigh but it doesn’t make them closer to my home
I’m alone
I am not my home
I’m alone
I am not in my herd
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