The beating song

They dance to stars no one sees
And whisper how they wish to breath
Always asked
How and why
They never really seemed to try
To be the same
Less or more
But isn’t that why
It’s been called war

It’s always asked by this shade of men
Why she couldn’t be
Who she was then
How her shades
Can so drastically change
How her soul could belong to the same
And then they sing the beating song
And never understand what is wrong

The bruises colour in different ways
purple to the skin
Red to the brain
Until the anger leaves
And she builds again
And why they ask her
About the wall
But with the wrong answer
They sing the song
Oh the children hum along
To the tune of the beating song

He dances on knives
He use to protect any child
Harmed by that shaded of men
He would go so far
He’d scream
Not to be like them
And then the tun would start again
And the shadows would sing along
As they sang the beating song

The streets were could
But with brothers love
He thought he could be
Mor then just another one
But the game is hard
And the fight grows old
And like his fathers touch
On it goes
To the rhythm
Of the hums and moans
On and on
The beating song goes

They ask me why
But no one know
But that is how the beating song goes


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