Soul in Captivity
The crow with a croak
Now dismisses the buzzing crowd
The same crow who imitated
That scream harsh and so loud
A life just ended and a new day has now begun
Maybe life is a fragment as fast as a country run
All of us,children,of the wicks,and the nervous parents
So scared
Hidden
With passions and new talents
Well stocked collections of lifelessness and sadness
Uncontrolled pressions
An execrable essence
Cry
Loud
Proud
The headman took you out
And now all that talk
Wrong
Just trivial folks
A throng
They want you back to their lives
But now you look tired
You just tried to fly
High!
Somehow our soul
Has no intention to bestow
But somehow
Just a rupture
And you can't go forward
Collapsing and shattering
A force moves upwards
Try talking but stuttering,move the lips
But no words
The poor mind
Is now tainted
By a wretched and rotted spot
A kind of paint,not so likely to dislodge
Unseen
Camouflaged
From the world and all his streets
Well stiff,beaten down
No support under his feet
Cry
Loud
Proud
The headman took you out
And now all that talk
Wrong
Just trivial folks
A throng
They want you back to their lives
But now you look tired
You just tried to fly
High!
Cry
Loud
Proud
The headman took you out
And now all that talk
Wrong
Just trivial folks
A throng
They want you back to their lives
But now you look tired
You just tried to fly
High!
Now dismisses the buzzing crowd
The same crow who imitated
That scream harsh and so loud
A life just ended and a new day has now begun
Maybe life is a fragment as fast as a country run
All of us,children,of the wicks,and the nervous parents
So scared
Hidden
With passions and new talents
Well stocked collections of lifelessness and sadness
Uncontrolled pressions
An execrable essence
Cry
Loud
Proud
The headman took you out
And now all that talk
Wrong
Just trivial folks
A throng
They want you back to their lives
But now you look tired
You just tried to fly
High!
Somehow our soul
Has no intention to bestow
But somehow
Just a rupture
And you can't go forward
Collapsing and shattering
A force moves upwards
Try talking but stuttering,move the lips
But no words
The poor mind
Is now tainted
By a wretched and rotted spot
A kind of paint,not so likely to dislodge
Unseen
Camouflaged
From the world and all his streets
Well stiff,beaten down
No support under his feet
Cry
Loud
Proud
The headman took you out
And now all that talk
Wrong
Just trivial folks
A throng
They want you back to their lives
But now you look tired
You just tried to fly
High!
Cry
Loud
Proud
The headman took you out
And now all that talk
Wrong
Just trivial folks
A throng
They want you back to their lives
But now you look tired
You just tried to fly
High!
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Raja
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