IRAN’s revolution
Fire tears the dark dust
A boom echoes in the night
A bullet is wildly hungry
For the bravest in the fight
Into the broken silence
Another child is lain cold
pure soul flies with angels
The story must be told
What is freedom to you?
Willing your child to give?
Leave your parents behind?
How long left to live?
No blood is shed in vain
No name will be lost
In heart of ones still human
Fire tears the dark dust
Imagination
There is this light inside
brings me back to years
Though I cannot define
The vision slowly clears
Of when I can recall
Have Always been the same
Imagination so strong
As if too wild to tame
In my head the stories
Seemed to be real
With heroes so strong
Adventures I could feel
The gift has led my life
To write this for you friend
For me the road awaits
The lore shall never end
What is that is keeping you
What is that is keeping you
Of taking what is owed
And fighting for your freedom
Ain't it easy to bear the load?
it can be huge it can be tough
To face and to beat down
Makes the knees grow weak
Sucks the breath till you drown
Of the obstructions among men
Fear is told to be the king
In the silence as it rules
The darkness it will bring