Pain
Pain and strife, I’ve known for half my life,
Pain and strife, I’ll never quit the fight,
Pain and strife, it’s a warrior’s life,
Pain and strife, a lot of tears shed at night
Let the desolation and frustration fill up my lungs
Like tears fill up your eyes, and also mine;
Like river waters, which turned into oceans, fill up the clouds;
Let them all fill up with content,
Until they satisfy the need in our hearts
I don’t need it
I can make it through the day
Well, maybe… I think
And if not, I’ll just have a drink
For 77 min they waited to go inside
For 77 mins they waited to save their lives
Why?
Were their lives not that important?
Sing to me, Brandon
early hours of the morning
sky pretending in its darkness
that daylight never comes