whitelilium

In a future when oceans and seas appeared to just remain in stories, And the last mist of light filtreded into what used to be those memories. In a future when the sun never appeared again And the hands of people raise into the air begging for rain. In a future when the trees withered away, And the flowers loose its colors turning to gray. In a future when the laughs of children have turned to cries And promises appeared to be only lies. In a future when the tears of God fall into the what used to be sand, And the destruction path of man causes the end of this land. In a future when emptiness fills dreams and hopes And when death