Stand up and Raise your voice

Thu, 08/28/2014 - 18:15 -- Nadiro


We only got one time, our life is defined Behind eyes of the man whose never had blood on his hands. They teach us virtues in class, but tell us to stab each other in the back when the time comes and there's only one spot open. Cause when you seize the moment, you're not pure as before. You killed a man no a boy, whose hopes and dreams could've prevailed. We're not all clean, we're not all perfect, we live in one world that keeps on deterring. Once we realize that our hopes will soar and our voices will rise, but till then we got to rid the blood from our hands and respect our fallen stars. Keep your destiny alive and out of the hands of the man whose never had to deal with the burying of a child.

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