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Across the wasteland children roam Across the ashes and the foam Across the parents and the friends. Trough homes and houses children march With ignorance and arogance Across the parents and the friends. Across the highways and the schools And their immagination rules Their thoughs their deeds, their parents and their freinds. And in the mind of a desert child There lives a garden of flowers And so, he pours the water on the sand. Across the wasteland children roam Roam with no reason - to see the world And so, with morbid look they forward step. With shining blinks inside their eyes Walk past dead people - dying souls The people who ignore a wasteland's child. And in the mind of an urban child There lives a legend of the wild Somewhere between the ruins Deamon lives. And so in the mind of every boy There lives a world - a realm unknown And when we dont believe he runs away Off to his own world with a sword Across the wasteland with a word Of "please", and tears he hides. Across the wasteland children ran Away from ruins and we cant cant To bring him into world of ours. So listen parents and the friends Dont **** those worlds, dont bring the end Upon the children who the wasteland roam.
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 12:50 PM UTC
Across The Wasteland Children Roam
Across the wasteland children roam Across the ashes and the foam Across the parents and the friends. Trough homes and houses children march With ignorance and arogance Across the parents and the friends. Across the highways and the schools And their immagination rules Their thoughs their deeds, their parents and their freinds. And in the mind of a desert child There lives a garden of flowers And so, he pours the water on the sand. Across the wasteland children roam Roam with no reason - to see the world And so, with morbid look they forward step. With shining blinks inside their eyes Walk past dead people - dying souls The people who ignore a wasteland's child. And in the mind of an urban child There lives a legend of the wild Somewhere between the ruins Deamon lives. And so in the mind of every boy There lives a world - a realm unknown And when we dont believe he runs away Off to his own world with a sword Across the wasteland with a word Of "please", and tears he hides. Across the wasteland children ran Away from ruins and we cant cant To bring him into world of ours. So listen parents and the friends Dont **** those worlds, dont bring the end Upon the children who the wasteland roam.
vadim-bravo
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Israeli
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 12:50 PM UTC
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