not among wind which pollutes the survival
if i could be one day like you,my highness
just for one single day
so to live a life of human
but far as i can see there is only misery
for my fragile heart,the world aint no Mother Teresa,
why cant they understand,their slavery is no life
rotten food and they see it right?
why should i suffer,i asked?
am i any different from the one that He made at last?
then i shall break through
but then what about you?
will you let me up where you deceit yourself?
in your own creation with me?
well me ,no,no,i can but i just dont
because even if i did
oh then WHAT ABOUT YOU?
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