After eighteen months
In one country
It’s good to breathe
The air of another
Even if this one
Is much harsher
And far too obsessed with colour
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
After eighteen months
In one country
It’s good to breathe
The air of another
Even if this one
Is much harsher
And far too obsessed with colour
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 