Prisons have abounded of innocences /My hands miserable hands /Hands touch freezing prison bars /Freedom What may I want except freedom/My fault is just this:freedom/My heart is fragmented My hands are wretched My body my cold and soulness body /The breath has imprisoned in my tender chest / My heartbeat is dying /What may it want except freedom/ My world my painful world is replete with cruelty blurry and hardship /Frosty ground blurry sky /I yearn for freedom freedom spring/ Dropts of tearing floods over my old skin / What may it want except freedom/Dream of freedom is coming true /I just know it’s near to us /My beautiful dream/you’re falling down like my fragmented heart / No I don’t let no I don’t let
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
Prisons have abounded of innocences /My hands miserable hands /Hands touch freezing prison bars /Freedom What may I want except freedom/My fault is just this:freedom/My heart is fragmented My hands are wretched My body my cold and soulness body /The breath has imprisoned in my tender chest / My heartbeat is dying /What may it want except freedom/ My world my painful world is replete with cruelty blurry and hardship /Frosty ground blurry sky /I yearn for freedom freedom spring/ Dropts of tearing floods over my old skin / What may it want except freedom/Dream of freedom is coming true /I just know it’s near to us /My beautiful dream/you’re falling down like my fragmented heart / No I don’t let no I don’t let
For my people my hero people
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