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Mitt hus Det huset, biblioteket på Skogås, Och dessa vägar med musikaliska namn, Runt andas jag av fur och gran. Här, på fuktigt lövverket umgås Och leker, springer, babblar barn.
They say my people are descendants from a dragon and a fairy who gave birth to 100 children who later became known as the Vietnamese people. My origins are a reflection of my ancestors.
Red, white, and blue What does that mean to you? To you red might symbolize love But to me red symbolizes the blood
Mixed, muddy future as Mother Earth melts Dirt becomes dirty by man’s touch Who will pull the trigger first? Those looking to protect or defend
Love thy neighbor Love thy brothers and sisters Believer in Him or not One cannot deny, Love thy neighbor To love thy neighbor To love thy brothers and sisters One must open their hearts
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free." -Statue of Liberty. New York. Independence Day, 1776. Walls, rules. All raised to keep out a refugee, an immigrant. Obstacles, hoops.
Those who have always stood by,Have never stood up.Head down.Arms crossed.Stay safe,Stay alive.When they heard the cries they stepped aside.“It’s not my place”This is how they justified.Head down. Arms crossed.Stay safe,Stay alive.When they saw th
We will ride the Wave of Hope. As we count to one-hundred and eighty, Headscarves ten with Haggard men. Fear and Freedom sit in proximity. The boat groans as the sea moans. Babies wail with the rain and hail
The sky growls angrily And makes the world dim Roaring through the shaky Earth Casting war below him The inky waves under the reigning sky collide and crash
What can you tell me?Is this the land of the free?If I enter a store,Will you search me all o’re? It’s okay, I understand.To your fear,I fear,I have lent a hand.
You see… I’m just a lonesome soul on a dark path I’ve had my toll I’ve felt the wrath Barely ever seen light on hells path
We said never again. NEVER AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN!
Telling the untold story of my childhoodRewinding the despicable memories that withdraws me from fully happinessTo me when I was a little girlpeace meant warand joy meant agony, because it came with sacrifices Rewind.......... Back to the time w