Oh Lotus Sky Path, Tibet cries for freedom.

Kamala Khalama

Don't need anger, nor my trust.
It's not what you'd expect, huh?
Kick off your water wings.
We've traveled beyond these things.

Leave your gods locked in the garage.
Ohh... What a thought.

Intervene with the means,
Close your eyes on the bloody scene,
We're drowning, we're drowning,
Please give me a hand!

Ohh... Forget me don't
Leave your gods locked in the garage.

Poetry by Tori
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Written on 2008-09-14 at 18:54

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