Stand up for what you believe in
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Chained to the sea
oppressed by its waves and torturous tides
to conform or be prepared to die
that's the decision the Little Mermaid must make
there is more than just her life at stake
My chest hurts. It splits and aches and twists.
I cannot express myself enough. No one hears what I say, no one sees what I see.
These words from my heart, from my chest, from my soul – they are the only way to describe me.
The devil himself has me quiet
Yet with this pencil I will write
And with this pencil I will start a riot
To speak out loud without being restrained
So we can tell our story and show our pain
Bullets fly
Bombs explode
Shrapnel flies through the air
Neverending gunfire
Neverending war
When will the hatred end
Far off in the distance
One lone soldier watches
