Ariel n' caliban

Poor souls

Ariel n' caliban
Poverty, is in our minds
Blind of heart, with a consumed spirit
A dead child in the street, but any cry
All of the mirrors reflect a dark image

It was given t ocezar what belongs to him, but where is the part of God?
the hope is not welcome
I have nothing else inside my rotten meat!

I'm not blind
But there's nothing to find
I'm not blind
Despite of all these wounds i can see my scars

I tried new ways
And i am here again
When i scream, there are no concree answers
I extend the hand, and there's nothing t ofind.

Somebody
Bring me peace one minute at least
I need forces t ocarry on

For all these years i searched
A reason for life
A reason to forget
A simple reason to die!

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