On the small hill, lay,
Looking at the sky
The hill down to earth,
The sky way out
Things of this earth, like the tide
From birth, move along the shore
Waters of ground
Controlled by the moon
Moon that night, no free will
False windmill
Powered by gears, not wind
Working gears, no free will
One has to ask, them self
If blame is always on above,
Will anything be done?
One has to ask, them self
When they will leave the excuses
And take responsibility
Tags: