In some moments we dream,
We look at the sky, see a bird and wish for that freedom,
In a sky so blue it hurts your eyes.
The earth is beneath us.
Fill your hands with the soil,
Feel the grass beneath your palms.
Close your eyes and remember.
Remember a place where tears and blood have been shed,
All of that was part of someone.
Someone will always be crying,
Someone will always be bleeding.
Yet, we are all living for something. |
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