The
traveling lies
Every
question he says
“I
disagree”
He
blames everyone
But
he doesn't say of him
He
wants to paint himself
The
fallen man
He
still says
“I
done no wrong”
The
millions in his accounts
He
says it is a donation
He
doesn't admit the truth
He
blames others
But
he isn't the liability
But
he worries
He
still hears the ringing bell
Calling
his name to come
In
the walls of Bamboo River
The
traveling lies
The
grapevines full of stories
Spreading
silently in the coffee shops
Even
in the market of housewives
The
story of tales and make believe
In
the walls of power and greed
The
fallen angel blames others
He
doesn't blame himself
He
is the one approved every transaction
He
just wants to break every wave
The
traveling lies
The
city walls will echo back
There
is no way to ignore or blame
Accept
the truth and admit the wrong
The
sins will be reduced but not forgiven
Bamboo
River is waiting him with its black umbrella
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