Burnt Bridges

Burnt Bridges

Every war has its veterans
Even wars in your mind and heart
It's time to leave this world behind
Recollections drowned by massive tides
The murderer washed his hands
So as the heroe
Is not what you see
Is what it is

And what is it?


We are always caught by this uncertain weather, so to speak...

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