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The man in the picture
A Picture with a golden frame
Deserted lies in a broken glass
the man inside the golden frame is surrounded by threatening words
but he sits there, still, with his glass in his hand.
He smiles politely, his got nothing to hide.
He slowly swallows the lies with calmness in his black eyes
It is easy for someone like him
Nothing matters
The lies can cut him
The lies can kill him
But he is stronger than a couple of wounds
He is stronger than death itself
So, this man has nothing to fear
He can caress the snow without feeling cold
He can lose a friend, a lover,
but his eyes would still be as black as his skin
He can let the rain fall between his fingers
One drop,
Two drops
He doesn't mind
But when the sun hits his eyes, there is nothing I can do
Our shining sun will take him away
Take him to a land with hearts and souls
With bright lights and smiles
His land,
filled with sorrow and senseless days
It’s where he belongs
That’s his home
He is no longer inside the safe golden frames
But the sun won’t release him
He can beg,
He can cry
But he is trapped in the world called happiness
The man won’t come back to his safe home
So, the picture with the golden frame
The deserted lies in the broken glass,
Will be left alone
Forever.
The man in the picture
A Picture with a golden frame
Deserted lies in a broken glass
the man inside the golden frame is surrounded by threatening words
but he sits there, still, with his glass in his hand.
He smiles politely, his got nothing to hide.
He slowly swallows the lies with calmness in his black eyes
It is easy for someone like him
Nothing matters
The lies can cut him
The lies can kill him
But he is stronger than a couple of wounds
He is stronger than death itself
So, this man has nothing to fear
He can caress the snow without feeling cold
He can lose a friend, a lover,
but his eyes would still be as black as his skin
He can let the rain fall between his fingers
One drop,
Two drops
He doesn't mind
But when the sun hits his eyes, there is nothing I can do
Our shining sun will take him away
Take him to a land with hearts and souls
With bright lights and smiles
His land,
filled with sorrow and senseless days
It’s where he belongs
That’s his home
He is no longer inside the safe golden frames
But the sun won’t release him
He can beg,
He can cry
But he is trapped in the world called happiness
The man won’t come back to his safe home
So, the picture with the golden frame
The deserted lies in the broken glass,
Will be left alone
Forever.
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