A poison mixed with selfish bliss
Safe, yet afraid of what we might have missed
Such answers dangle before our eyes
Our faces closed tight in foolish pride
IF ONLY WE COULD
REACH BEYOND BORDERS
IF ONLY WE KEEP
MOVING FORWARD
While we pretend not to notice, they die in vain
She was but a young girl on a runaway train...
Is it fear or hate that feeds the cruel
Innocence perishes when supremacy rules...
Fear and oppression, stubborn as a mule
Poor and hungry beg, borrow and steal
Blinded by the greed of a broken land
As another lost child slips through our hands...
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
A poison mixed with selfish bliss
Safe, yet afraid of what we might have missed
Such answers dangle before our eyes
Our faces closed tight in foolish pride
IF ONLY WE COULD
REACH BEYOND BORDERS
IF ONLY WE KEEP
MOVING FORWARD
While we pretend not to notice, they die in vain
She was but a young girl on a runaway train...
Is it fear or hate that feeds the cruel
Innocence perishes when supremacy rules...
Fear and oppression, stubborn as a mule
Poor and hungry beg, borrow and steal
Blinded by the greed of a broken land
As another lost child slips through our hands...
Traveler Tim
re to 1-18
The interesting thing about this song is it came to me in a dream. Strange enough, in the dream I was on a train and turned the intercom on, Shakira was singing this song. The chorus line was her words or moreover, my imagination. Thank you for reading.
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