Stuck in this sparkly wine
Too sweet for me to stand,
No, I think I am getting supine,
Was all this hate planned?
Each made of the same flesh and blood,
Each made of the same flesh and blood, The same kind heart and love,
Then why leave the other as a dud?
I try to escape, somewhere above,
Where I can breathe, without any fears,
Where I am loved, without being asked my creed,
But all I get here, are more and more tears,
As these words of hatred never stop to bleed.
But I will escape one day, Though I am left here to totter,
No more we shall affray,
Without these bubbles, it's plain flat water.