Will the wind?

Will be this time a time for review?

for all we have done has its effect all over the earth...

shall we be in a peace time for we are all fed up with war?

or will war keep on going for we are still greedy?

are we going to love till the end of time or will time destroys us all before we can even know what love is?

will the wind tell us the answer?

will the air bring us hope?

why is this so hard and the road damned long?

why is this smell sicking me to death?

Shall I go on?

I no longer have strength to breath...

hold my hand as tightly as you can for I am weak,

I saw a weaping severed god walking down the street,

a corpse down my feet,

I saw emptyness, blanckness, nothingness...

I saw mankind...

Will the wind bring us hope?

will the air tell us the answer?

For this is me, hopelessly alone, asking you to cry with me,

don’t you feel the damned Grim Reaper over you shoulder?

this are wounds, aren’t they?

don’t you feel your brother’s pain?

does not the sorrow make you fall apart?

Will the wind tell us the answer?

will the air bring us hope?

or will it clear off this land?

or...

will we ever learn to see?

will we ever learn to love?

will we ever learn to feel?

Fow this is me, full of hope, asking you to stop crying,

asking you to love

asking you for love...

César Augusto Betancourt Restrepo

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