Feb 2016
Walls without window
Floor without feet
Room without Roof
Shouldn't I feel free?
But instead my throat is sore
And my eyes stream with pain
**I don't think life was meant for me
And these years have been in vain.
Floor without feet
Room without Roof
Shouldn't I feel free?
But instead my throat is sore
And my eyes stream with pain
**I don't think life was meant for me
And these years have been in vain.
Use your arms to lift me away
From the walls that we have made...
From the walls that we have made...
(F/N.L. Tamaulipas)
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