Liberty liberty We chant Peaceful peaceful Our voices rise Seeking a dream Seeking a homeland .... Blood blood Is all I wipe Eyes wide open But they see no light Chasing a dream Chasing a homeland .... Tears tears Sobs and cries Gone forever My beautiful man there is no dream There is no homeland
This is simply the story of our demonstrations. We protest peacefully, we get killed, we weep the ones who died, and protest peacefully the very next day.
As I mourn the strangers, I can’t even imagine the pain their loved ones are feeling.