I don't know if your silences are calm seas or contained storms. If your eyes hold constellations or eclipses. If you are made of mornings that repeat themselves or nights that reinvent themselves. But in this not knowing, there is poetry. Because the...

untimely division haunts my visionsecreted with pain I'm hiddenthe world doesn't touch in my kingdoma beautiful culture rich with historyis demonkind halted understanding they are lovelywe forget or don't understandthey are loyal and have valortheir image is tarnishedmarred by...

They don't wanna get their heads bashed in By the men with the flags hung over their backs She don't wanna get her head bashed in  By the men with the flags hung over their backs  He don't wanna get his head bashed...