It's
hard to say
Nobody
wants to hear
The
eyes are closing
The
ears aren't listening
The
whispers from the grapevines
It
talks about the bad ways in life
The
living on the fast lanes
The
many characters of colours
It
may sound a rhythmic way
Every
one has a say right or wrong
It
may hurt in the mind or rising hope
It
flows in the wind in a passing parade
Pray
in the silence to get straight
There
are always obstacles in life
There
isn't a straight way
There
are wolves, snakes and Brutus
It's
hard to say
In
the mix in the circle
The
rhythm of life
In
the whirring of the wind
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