People Are On Their Way
Oh, the soul of writer...
Oh dearest word-fighter!
I know your fire's going higher,
wanna know where's the flame reaching on!
Wanna feel your pen of power.
Can it make dirt the flower?
Can convert a lie of a liar
to truth and make the liar gone?
Can science make war over
and make the disaster lower?
If it can, just want to say
oh dear scientist! Keep your spirit on!
Can a doctor save the soul
of humanity, can take that role?
And can fade the winter of our hearts?
If it can, just born and born!
Can a painless army fight
to stop the fight, and bring the light
to our eyes, to touch the sky?
If it can, keep marching on!
Oh spiritual philosopher,
can you please show this non-sobers,
that there really is no bar,
which can point out all your faults!
Can we all mighty humans
stand up, and drop all weapons
and wake up? If we really can,
we'll just have to keep sparking on.
Oh dearest word-fighter!
I know your fire's going higher,
wanna know where's the flame reaching on!
Wanna feel your pen of power.
Can it make dirt the flower?
Can convert a lie of a liar
to truth and make the liar gone?
Can science make war over
and make the disaster lower?
If it can, just want to say
oh dear scientist! Keep your spirit on!
Can a doctor save the soul
of humanity, can take that role?
And can fade the winter of our hearts?
If it can, just born and born!
Can a painless army fight
to stop the fight, and bring the light
to our eyes, to touch the sky?
If it can, keep marching on!
Oh spiritual philosopher,
can you please show this non-sobers,
that there really is no bar,
which can point out all your faults!
Can we all mighty humans
stand up, and drop all weapons
and wake up? If we really can,
we'll just have to keep sparking on.
Comments
Post a Comment