You May Say I’m A Dreamer.

When words commit suicide
When tears are toxic
When demons die
And the minds are not sick

When trees have roots
When there’s no traffic
When a fruit’s just a fruit
And the minds are not sick

When the drizzle starts
When there’s reasons I can pick
When the rhythm is of the hearts
And the minds are not sick

When I follow my dreams and I drown my strife,
That’s when I start my journey, my life.

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