PARRALLEL TALES
Sebastien CAILLAUD
In the ebb, of history's old,
Parallel tales, whispers unfold
cotton fields, office floors,
Different chains, we can't ignore.
They're bonds that echo through history's loom,
From iron to script, in a quiet room.
Nine to five, in suits we play,
Invisible bonds, through the day.
Unseen, unspoken, concealed in the night,
In search of balance, we stay out of sight...
wages earned, bills to pay,
Trading time, modern foray
They're bonds that echo through history's loom,
From iron to script, in a quiet room.
In the ebb, of history's old,
Parallel tales, whispers unfold
Unseen, unspoken, concealed in the night,
In search of balance, we stay out of sight...
cotton fields, office floors,
Different chains, we can't ignore.
