Loading...

The city of uprooting.

Too much moving takes its toll on you.

The city of uprooting
Four crystal walls
And no one calls
To see how I’m doing
 
In this cold, dull city
You better not be witty
And also being wise
Has for you a price
 
Inhabitants so ruthless
With those rootless
Egoism on every corner
It’s just no nice to be the foreigner
 
So I pick myself up off the floor
And enter some shelter store
With the useless hope of suiting
The city of uprooting
 
The city of uprooting
Dark grey steel skies
And no advice
Only heartlessness shooting
 
In this harsh, cruel city
Where nothing is pretty
The bright days hid away
But still I have to stay
 
So I pick myself up off the floor
And enter some shelter store
With the useless hope of suiting
The city of uprooting
Liked or faved by...
Other works by Minerva...



Top