Į am wounded,
Listen.
She has been hurt,
injured by this beautiful man.
Can you hear her?
Is anyone there?
I hear her voice
is like the music
and it is my medicine.
Listen.
I am frightened by the system of its mind.
He is dreaming of the terrors that are endless
and it's time to rise!
I have been scared by the noise, the child cried
and wasn't her voice just the right lullaby
and the song that revived your spirit that died?!
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 11:46 AM UTC
Į am wounded,
Listen.
She has been hurt,
injured by this beautiful man.
Can you hear her?
Is anyone there?
I hear her voice
is like the music
and it is my medicine.
Listen.
I am frightened by the system of its mind.
He is dreaming of the terrors that are endless
and it's time to rise!
I have been scared by the noise, the child cried
and wasn't her voice just the right lullaby
and the song that revived your spirit that died?!
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