The Seventh Year (Afterworld)

When the seventh year comes strange things start to happen. There is no reasonable explanation why this is so. Things just start to fall apart. There is plenty of time to learn it There are years to let it grow You got the keys and all the power To make it die or let it live The seventh year is now here The end is already too near Too many ways to drown it Not enough desire to make it live again Then it starts to live it's own life External threat effects too much Everything feels so different No more laughter, just suspicious minds When you think that you have come through it It starts to scratch your vains and mind Decision, too hard, again... The seventh year is now here The end is already too near The state of mind is not clear All that is left is the fear