tell me about the war on poverty
because,
that is killing more
than terrorism ever did

it is a past which packed its case
and left some time ago
it was last seen –
heading off into the distance

then i found a child
chained to their past
their tears had frozen
and there is no way i could pass

childhood probably did not exist
and it is not true, what they say –
what you never had, it can be missed

i would like to touch all the stars
i would like to feel all the stars
and i would like to feel them soon

show that i had paid
paid for a past
that took away the castle
and gave me a hut on a marsh

write something beautiful
when the sky turns grey
and only you feel blue