We serach for the truth
Buried beneath all the lies
In pursuit for lineage and root
Voices of tears and cries
Cold wind blows, mind branded with pains for so long
Beyond reach and horizons
We crave, waiting for the Sound of freedom
In these field of treachery
Love is far, we say our prayers, and they go we know not where
Pain and torture, strife and death
Live to hear words and feel their final breathe
To where? If I want to run
Leaving scars behind
Anywhere, far from here is a place to call home
Where am I? An ambience beautiful to be true
Inhale life exhale dissesion
Now we are free.
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This article was first published on 28th September 2012
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We serach for the truth
Buried beneath all the lies
In pursuit for lineage and root
Voices of tears and cries
Cold wind blows, mind branded with pains for so long
Beyond reach and horizons
We crave, waiting for the Sound of freedom
In these field of treachery
Love is far, we say our prayers, and they go we know not where
Pain and torture, strife and death
Live to hear words and feel their final breathe
To where? If I want to run
Leaving scars behind
Anywhere, far from here is a place to call home
Where am I? An ambience beautiful to be true
Inhale life exhale dissesion
Now we are free.
