Red Horse

Fire eyes and walk among the desert lies next to the show alive and the birds cry stars shine until the sun sleep humor breaks the laughter but doesn’t kill never worth a penny and a distant relative no one cared for us, until they needed light right to dance with freedom but charged for free advices they all moon dance along until we cry with darker eyes lids shuts me off your behavior and the intension to fall off the worth of green in money and insanity among blood related is a myth”