wings of the moon
Pink bubblegum land
They stood on Fidel Castro
as the freedom made its speech.
A revolutionary ender
and a blessing, their's to keep.
This is where i stop, and wonder
how things could have gone wrong.
How the soviet power attracted,
once pure, liberty's own soul.
It was innocent as white,
now is blacker than hell's sauna.
Only stop, and wish to think,
how the dove could have gone wrong...
"more than yesterday, less than tomorrow, i love you"