The illusion of truth
Deutsch Französische Garten
How can I take a deep breath, when the air is toxic?
When it’s poisoned by lies, manipulation, injustice, violence..
How can I breathe when I'm under the water? there is no air
I drowned, it’s over!
What shall I do with this knowledge?
What do I do with the knowledge that we make our lives by the death of others
It seems to be, that some of us have a brighter blood, gold and shiny,
And those are the ones who deserve to live. Right?
How can I deal with this fact? Where shall I keep it?
I feel guilty
In my lungs, I keep everything there
But you are the most precious one
And every time I breath
I tell the world about you
When I inhale, I tell them how beautiful you are
When I exhale, I tell them how ugly they are
I still feel guilty
But I still, breath for you