Running

The movement of the trees in the breeze

As the wind moves the bees

The ground is full of the sounds of drive

As I dive in the waters cold and bitter

Like a cat in it's own litter

I move to the sound of drums

Not on a couch with crumbs

I move o make a difference in this world of pain

Not locked to chains

Now is time for freedom and cause

Running to the beat

The fresh revolution is like meat

I hope you can start something and make a difference in this world of cheats!