Somethings (world peace)
-written by wes.produced in chillington studios.080101-190101.(8)

Somethings my memory cant hide.
Somethings sorry can hardly describe

I am left speaking with my blood torn lips,
Played with a childs mind ,had a really weak spine.
Realised there's only one planet to live in,
Tracked my lost of time and left my name, creeping close behind.
My state of mind,
There's a swing in the opposition, to spurn the rise of an incarnation.
A curse of my imagination , at the wrong time.
The voice of time feels so dehydrated,
Every single drop of life totally evaporated.
We have a guilt on our face, a criminal guilt at the face of music.
And at once we knew it ,these feelings……….
These feelings are totally misplaced.
These feelings no man dared to confer.
Feelings with human dealings.
Feelings with world peace!!

For somethings are not meant to happen today,
There's nothing left for me to say

Now everybody is under the darkened sun.
I never remembered the last time as I thought there be another one.
Buried underground, never forgive.
Benevolent threats can never perceive.
This pollution, I can't breathe.
World peace will one day be at ease.

Somethings , somethings
Somethings , somethings.....

The shadow has cast a touch,
A touch I never felt.
Frosted watery souls, sadly misheld.
Brought to the edge, they don't melt.
The human wolf, no man has reared.
The evident lies were never cleared.
Once its feared ,it will be sheared.
The human wolf it will be sheared.

For somethings have left me teared ,
Somethings are better left unheared.





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