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Senses breach the land 'fore dawn Those hands, they shake, they quiver, so sore Placed in forever, standing tower with brawn Now left all alone, there's justice no more She weeps of a babe, its name unknown
Hinder all of this towards your way,Not my way, but your way, but one’s way,Have the time ready ,When you learn to count time,If that’s ironic enough,Then tell me what’s freedom?Refer not to rights,
They see soft eyes above a soft smile. They see a quiet thin body holding a quiet thin person. They see innocence And they see obedience. Some see a smile, While some see a frown.
Everyday thousands are starving while the ignorant throw away "scraps", which could be a meal for someone.