The last drop, the last hope
The bird struggles, to quench its throbbing thirst
The reign of terror, the reign of death
drops of thirst , the drops of life
The pain of lack, the pain of loss
The hope of tomorrow, the hope of life
Life with no water, life with no food
But still the bird hopes, tomorrow the thirst can be quenched by love
Perseverance, and prayers!
He takes the drop with tears, he cries on the grave
The grave he will be buried, if the tap doesn't emit more
He plans to use the drop wisely, he plan to save the drop for tomorrow
He prays silently, that tomorrow might find him alive
Tomorrow might come, tomorrow might not
Tomorrow might bring gifts, tomorrow might bring pots of poison
Tomorrow his struggles might subsidise, tomorrow his struggle might be at the pinnacle
Tomorrow he might remember today, tomorrow he might be six feet under!
Tomorrow maybe, tomorrow maybe!!!
Words from my soul
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