Soulless Calling

Cold hearts melt before midnight
Showing all true colors
there is no color after all
It’s just a deceive,
of misconception values
An unbound bonding,
of soulless calling
What’s left is only the passing of time
With no meaning after all

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Furious eyes behind glasses
Suddenly the hair turns white
Older in rage
Bolder in stage

All he worries
All he fears
All his dreams are pride and money
So he works like a stomping horse
Like a frantic gladiator

We see no sun
We see no home
We taste no homemade cooking
We hear no our children’s laugh

Everything is greater than us
He doesn’t want our names
He doesn’t want our souls
He only wants a gold pillow in his dream

Novia, 2014