2 Lost Souls

Where there used to be a river now there is just a land

A land where is lay sand

Sand that was cursed by all

A desert stained by blood

The blood that used too be washed by the hands of lost souls

Spirits looking for vengeance, justice, guidance

Something true in their lives

They need a hero, one capable to show hope, faith and honesty

Someone to save their hearts, a person able to bless them

Unfortunately all that was gone

Those men fatigue in the sea for many days

When they were so close to the true… maybe to the last question of live and dead

They saw the sky for the last time; there was a blue moon with all the stars they could see

Until a storm mix the sea and turned the ship…

The river swallows their dreams, questions, fears…live

Now where would they go? What there is between the high and below?

All the mystery, lends, suppositions we have about the other side

All those bullshit about heaven or hell, extraterrestrial beings trying to destroy our planet

That such thing just doesn’t exist…. The thing is that we are those men lost in their own little world and looking only for their own navel

We are always looking for another reason, trying to put the guilt in somebody else

But seems that none notice that the planet is in our hands

And we are supposed to do the difference…

So lets stop being selfish and think in the world!