Love to Death - Sand

One of us will see
What it is
We were made to be

Concrete casts the shade
In the heat
Drying in the sea

Dying in these sheets
Smokey streets
Call it apathy

I can't walk away
Or fix my dreams
So what is left of me?

Searching for the place
Of dancing colored streams

Written by:
Salman Yakub

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