I can hear a voice inside my head screaming for freedom Telling me to raise me up, My tears are of blood And my hart of stone. Death are my friend and carries my soul. I am not dead I am still here. To see the world change around me is a dream come true. To watch you cry in loneliness is hurtful. But to give you a light when you need it the most. A bite of the poison imperialism and the wildness will end withe birds surrounds me Telling me about our world Just like the wind in my hair My hope doesn’t end here It never does..
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