Flee, as the desire go towards bad reputation.
Change course as if end is calling.
Still counting but the dirt isnt moving.
Feet and effort comes together.
Like nothing happens in days.
Picture framed a portrait.
Selfie as they say it bluntly.
Peace as if peaceful in that place.
Every tick of the time.
Dots are dancing in the floor.
No orchestrated music at all.
Free, as they whispered it to one another.
With the blaming tongues and teeth.
They mailed it to their eardrum.
Lie, no hope yet there is still.
Truth, Egypt is the mountain.
Bigger as the trust settled in.
Watch them fall to their knees.
For I say repeatedly in this case.
There is still hope, there is still.
Just trace the ace for better is the Sky.
Than any developers of this land.
They may come armored in gold and silver.
With the finest stones and strong words.