A Drop of Irony - Ira

Some kind of isolation is growing in your head

Another common conversation needs to be fed

Where gods hide themselves

Where angels live in cells

This is a strange place

I yelled before I fell

The trees spread their legs

The snowman comes alive

Let god know how it is

To live a life

A drop of irony

Is a glimpse of hope

Everything changes

Everything stays the same

Everything;s in bloom and grows

Everything goes to hell

A taste of life

Is a glimpse of hope

The trees spread their legs

The snowman comes alive

The night is full of lights/dreams/noise

The asphalt becomes grass