Autumn ThoughtsWalking in the dark, a nordic fall night. I can almost hear the wildness, that grows in the nordic hearts. While the wind blows through my hair, and the rain soaks my skin. I can fell how freedoms flame, burns so strong within.
I smell the freshness from the evergreens, and the dying summer grass. The heaviness from wet concrete, blends with the smell of smoke and ash. Again there is a fire, somewhere in a distant suburb. Another life, turned around, another youth destroyed and burned.
My heart fills with happiness, when I see my brothers. I see eyes full of pride, and a passion burning strong inside. So when they spread their lies, I hold my head up high. Cause nothing they say or do, can take away our pride.
I smell the freshness from the evergreens, and the dying summer grass. The heaviness from wet concrete, blends with the smell of smoke and ash. Again there is a fire, somewhere in a distant suburb. Another life, turned around, another youth destroyed and burned.