I don't remember when my hero died

Maybe when I first saw you high




Could you realize that you opened my eyes?

You woke me from my child dreams and lies



Now I feel like I can walk free to a library



Grateful I should be but makes fear come to me

War is in my eyes blood is in their mouths



Love is torn apart like the falling leaves

I made my choice to live now I must deal with it



But I realized that I can't do a thing

I can paint a bird or compose a melody



But it's not a political language

It's not massive destruction weapon



To celebrate death through people's home

But with my bird and my sweet melody



I say fuck the Dark House and make my mind clear

And please hold your flowers hold your flowers…

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