Story about a place, story about a stone
Story about a child, wandering all alone
He is an orphan, like most of his friends
The ones that are still alive, I suppose
A tearful mother looking for her daughter
In the dusty roads where millions died
She wondered: will they ever end this slaughter?
And then sighed
Because she already knows the answer:
There is no hope to survive
Story about a place, story about a stone
Oh wait, this is not a story
Because we know it's true
Because we faced this outrage too
But we're still here aren't we?
And so will you be, probably
Just keep your hopes up
For it will soon be just a painful memory
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
Story about a place, story about a stone
Story about a child, wandering all alone
He is an orphan, like most of his friends
The ones that are still alive, I suppose
A tearful mother looking for her daughter
In the dusty roads where millions died
She wondered: will they ever end this slaughter?
And then sighed
Because she already knows the answer:
There is no hope to survive
Story about a place, story about a stone
Oh wait, this is not a story
Because we know it's true
Because we faced this outrage too
But we're still here aren't we?
And so will you be, probably
Just keep your hopes up
For it will soon be just a painful memory
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