We're children and we're free from you,
There's nothing here to follow,
But the track marks on our body,
What does it matter, we're free.
This freedom from this cruel world,
Is vital for us all,
We'd lock ourselves up with anyone,
So long as we are free.
There must be a way to carry on,
The animal called the man,
Even though new men won't matter,
To us; the people who are free.
We're children and we're locked from the world,
There's nothing here to follow,
But the track marks on our body,
Never did we have a choice.
2006-10-14
22:17:39
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