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why u doing this to me....
iam still a baby...
why u forcing me...
to hold gun...
iam still there holding my clours...
trying to hold on ...
....
.....................
writting my hopes.....
between our sun.....
and your gun....
my things is shining...
coming through.....
those hills....
coz between them....
every day iam singing....
my songs....
of freedom....
freedom is us....
we still babys....
trying to have...
ways...
we will always....
be what we ......
want to be.......
wishing.....
praying.....
having....
sun and moon...
in our dreams......
.............................
iam still a baby
..but ican see......
can u see.........
how weak u ....
are in side u
talk to me....
tell me....
how u should be....if u
could not....be
holdon..... toyour...
mind please
hold on......
coz of different way...s
my mind...and your gun...
ihave adream...
iwant to write it...
in your mind...
coz your are blind...
how u can see...
what iam seen...
....................
but iam s taying...
in peace......
if u will kill...
my mind .....
u will never can....
coz of my hope...s
iwill never die...
coz of....
u...
coz i am send ing my mind...
hopes...
i will never die...
iam allways there...
between ...
the sun...
and the light of faith...
drawing my bictures....
of peace....
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