Mumbling About The Wrong

Mumbling about the wrong,
Rambling as a man in fog,
Rumbling - dropping his sword.

People proceed in the land of lost.

In life - most don't even realize,
what they have - what they possess,
most don't even know the prizes,
nor know how life would be without or with less.

Warm rays enlight the cousin of Death,
light from the sky,
down here on the bed,
making me feel from sick to fine.

Mumbling about the wrong,
Rambling as a man in fog,
Rumbling - dropping his sword.

People proceed in the land of lost.

Money,power,politicians and lawyers,
struggling to posses always some more,
greed men turning their backs to do trick finance, 
and steal what won't fit in their tombs.

Justice will come,it just got lost,
but hours are counted,
and the corruption will frost,
when justice will be finally founded. 

Mumbling about the wrong,
Rambling as a man in fog,
Rumbling - dropping his sword.

People proceed in the land of lost.