Fly Away From Troubled Times

I wanna fly away from troubled times, When I hear the doom bell chimes, I have no hope left in me, I only see pain and misery. I want to be a bird and fly away, Where peace is going, I wanna stay. I have enough of war and death, I'm sick of mankind, I must confess. To Fly away from troubled times, Is my solution and I hope there is still a place, Where I can live and nobody cares about wealth and faith! My power is running out! I'm gonna loosing my hope, There is the wind coming and taking me away, To a place where people live together, where I can stay, I need to find the answer, the light and peace, Far away from troubled times is this new place ...

Freitag, 19. April 2024

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