Words of pain
(by Sandra Marin )
You know I can’t wait
to leave this place
I can remember the way
that makes you replace
your Colombian dream
‘cause man is judged according to his works
and the blood made children scream
now tell me father,what’s your worth?
If all your dreams have fallen down
many are called and few are chosen
you have to pray looking around
because I wish that you weren’t chosen
for the blood depleted on my world
that make me change my innocent words
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