The bad gets a jolt
Out of the windy waves
The many leaves start to fall
Layered the ground with sadness
The bad can't blame the tree
It has nothing to do with it
It is the wind blowing hard
Wanting a change of direction
Now the bad gets in panic
The shade has gone with the fall
There is power game to play
There is no benefits to take
The tree only whispers
“Don't blame me for the leaves
It's the wind whistling it away
I have nothing to do with it”
The bad sits in silence
Counting the days of disgrace
The shame in history on the records
Nobody will forget that bad dream
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