toy guns

Time to throw the bombs out is now

Take them to the seas and flush them down

For those that can only give orders and take them

Don’t comprehend our conversations and why we hate them

Evolution demands humanity to prevail

To love, laugh, sing and tell tales.

And there is a village where I once did all of this.

But I was young and careless then and the people that made me feel young are gone.

There are so many songs still left in us

On love, and laughter and lust and fears

Conversations and coffees and tears that show years.

Your eyes don’t have the same light it once showed.

But, these sad eyes cannot stay anymore.

So, take a drive to the places of old

Make new memories in the old places that feel cold.

Throughout the time you have my hand to hold.

And if there comes a time in future where you can’t sing

Just pick up the phone and give me a ring

We can rendezvous over a couple of drinks.

And for a few hours at least be the old queens and kings.

The time draws on and the people that lead;

Are undeserving and inherently weak

Yet, the strong go away from their duties.

It is time to bring those birds back home.

There are a few guns lying deep in the seas

Carrying stories, trauma, dreams and mysteries.

If you want to feel gloom just take to the streets

Where an empty stomach sleeps near your feet.

Oh, the flying steel machines they masquerade

As birds of soil but they are just toys of hate.

For the days these toys are all gone we wait.

But, looks as if we are already late.