Village
My minds running in chaotic trails
Only god know what the truth unveils
No roads live in this village
To young to new. But a place
Only to meet what we all face
Being built by man made things
Not even gold and diamond rings
Survives natures ways
Many of men have moved to other towns
And like a man does they get around
You see my villages comes with storms of hell and rain
Floods fire and pain
In hope that after it's all over this village turns to town
Your head is to the sky and you feet and on the ground
And you see that the storms are to bring you rainbows
Hell to see heaven and no more sorrows
Rain to blend in with your tears
Floods and fire to conquer those fears
And pain
So that you know something was gained
Even if you choose to move to the next town
In this village something was found.
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