Sun-down
The clouds burning bright
The birds are flying as free as the wind
Nothing will stop it to be free
On the city of work and play
On the city of political games
It never bring a dull moment
The flow of sun-down
On the twilight shadows
Across tall buildings and mischief
It brings out the changes creeping into our lives
Free with the wind whoring for greed and power
Sun-down
The colours stay multi-shapes
It isn't fixed on any particular object
The way life should be but of games we played
Whoring for greed and power
The saints and angels watching
Up in the sky with particular interest
Of the bad wolves in sheep skins
Playing the games of goodness
These are the hidden goals
In the twilight it colours us blind
Sun-down shines the mix colours
We shouldn't fall for the false deeds
Sun-down
Beware of the shadows
They don't bring us free
They want to enslave us
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