Deep roots neither here nor there Over-watered and scared i Feel ill prepared tended not to care peaches or pears.
Never finding my place and bound to wash away Wandering until I find a place unknown A place I can call home A place where there will be no one I used to know So I can grow old and alone Burn my body to ashes and smoke There ill find hope
These People don’t need Parties. These People need every day heroes People who can speak for them. People that will see in everyone’s eyes the eyes of their momma’s crying. These People don’t need Democracy These People need freedom. Freedom to pray and let pray whoever wants to pray to whatever they feel like praying. Freedom to love and let love whoever wants to love whatever they feel like loving. This People don’t need strong rulers. This People need strong leaders. Leaders who shall guide them not push them. Someone that will take the lead not because he’s superior but because he holds in his hands the torch that illuminates the way. Someone that will take the lead because that's taking the risk. Someone that will go ahead because if he’s wrong, than he shall be the first to pay the price. These people don’t need ideologies. These people need Ideas. Ideas that shall open their minds, not blind them with doctrine. Ideas that allow this people to refuse that same ideas. Ideas that assume itself as an idea not as the Truth. These people are not demanding an utopia. These people are claiming their own rights. The right to live in their own bubble of oxygen and not be affected by the ambition of a third. The right to live not ruled by a money spinning system. The right to die for their own battles. The right to not fight someone else’s fights The right to say enough when enough is enough. These people don’t even want a good life. These people just want their life’s back