понедељак, 25. август 2025.

I, forecast

I forecast rain tomorrow 
From my eyes, it's the sorrow
I should wear umbrella
To protect myself, tomorrow
Someone will say something shallow 
And I'll be in my feelings again
I forecast wale wave of sadness 
Hurt will find me in the end

I forecast fire spreading quickly 
And burning witches at the stake 
I should always walk in number 
No matter how safe steps I take
To protect myself and others 
Cause innocent people may die
I forecast angel vanishing 
We will, but devil won't cry 

I forecast tornado clouds 
Children getting shot in head
I will never, never back down 
Cause I will die if they're dead
I forecast you won't be sure
The disease will spread in the blood 
The entire planet will be wasted 
We may not be saved, loved or found

I forecast a friend's betrayal 
It hurt like open wound from hell
But I shall not suffer if I'm not the cause 
For I can't predict what I can't prevail 
This has lead me to think I'm brave 
To say if I'm alone I'll never break 
And you can fly away from here
You weren't close when you were near
I'll write my own, and you'll write your end
And the world will turn again


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