Not the end of Hope
1.Early autumn,
Or late summer,
You can call it either way,
But there’s something in the air
And I dread it’s here to stay.
2.Heated head,
But ice cold limbs,
Thinking it’s a new disease?
Well, who knows, maybe it is,
Or just weakness of the knees.
3.Black-grey view,
They call it hue,
And want you to see the same?
If today you find excuses,
Tomorrow you’ll be to blame.
4.Be a worker,
Or a homeless,
Most of us would choose the first,
But if you really love freedom,
Obviously it’s the worst.
5.I love laughter,
I love color,
Mostly a mixture of three,
And the price you have to pay,
If you wan to laugh and flee.
