The
holes grow bigger
The
hot weather and the dry wind
Blowing
the soil and sand
What's
left for us to see?
The
excavator arrives
Puffing
smoke making so much noise
Staring
at the holes
Cracking
by the side
The
investigation on the soil
The
ground the machine will drive
The
driver can't drive through
He
knows what will happen
“I
can't do it
The
ground will take me alive
This
isn't a job for me
I
want to live another day”
The
wolf men bare fangs
Hoping
it will change mind
But
the truth carry more weight
In
the end the rain pours down
Every
one runs away
Leaving
the holes to grow bigger
The
rattling rain sing a tune
“Changing
partners”
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