Roof My Childhood
There is the red-marron roof for peace
Where the end of the world lies on that hill.
My childhood is stored on the roof
It made me thought the world was beautiful
And there was no more after my sight.
The knowledge got in geography
The history of third world countries.
I've lost my innocence on all I know
This makes me think there is no good
Darkness, brownness, war and hot weather
Watching TV corrupts my mind
Powerful information is spreading
Not because of power, it is good.
Know more than wanted is dangerous
All this dazzleness is to blind
The end came a long while ago
Not to mean the end of the world
Neither the end of no one or any
Just the end of a simple life.