badakit

When you're lost in sadness
you close your eyes and dream
awakening in a world of colors
in the emptiness of an empty bed
walking through the streets of dreams
hand painted in red graffiti
I already understood once and again
that even if you clean it, it's still dirty
and I think to myself
that all the lies we hear
are beautiful but different
what we don't see in front of our eyes
I know, even if you feel far away
you often remember
that you never had a choice
to choose between peace and war
it's too late for that
I need you to paint
the heartbeat's echo.