Don't go selling your sorrow
Nor mongering your pain in return for pity
Let us laugh and remember no more.
Let us plant our anguish and it shall bear fruit of joy
Let us cry and allow old sorrow to flow through our tears
Let us look forward our chains will fall off, our past bound to our ankles shall fall off.
We will move forth into the land flowing with milk and honey
Alas we shall dance to the music of wind and rain
Innocent, that is what we are
Weak, that is what we are not
Fighters, that is how we are born
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
Don't go selling your sorrow
Nor mongering your pain in return for pity
Let us laugh and remember no more.
Let us plant our anguish and it shall bear fruit of joy
Let us cry and allow old sorrow to flow through our tears
Let us look forward our chains will fall off, our past bound to our ankles shall fall off.
We will move forth into the land flowing with milk and honey
Alas we shall dance to the music of wind and rain
Innocent, that is what we are
Weak, that is what we are not
Fighters, that is how we are born