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lunes, 27 de septiembre de 2010

Untied my hands


Untied my hands, set me free
The freedom they talk about, I cant see.
Why do I have to be afraid?
When the day comes, we all are the same.
It doesn’t matter who we are that day,
Hide, run, ditch, why?
This is the game we all have to play,
Is you get cough in the game,
They make your family cry.

Who do we have to hide from?
Is it that, trying to give to your
Family a better life wrong?
I feel chased, I feel observed,
Untied mu hands, set me free,
Give me the life I deserve.
Afraid to go out in the day.
-“you don’t belong here”
They say.
Go back from where you came.

We are the ones that made a country,
With our hands we built the fence.
We know the land we walk,
In some places they kill us,
“it was just, self defense”

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