In this gigantic world
I sleep with big dreams
which seems too impossible to achieve
resources are scorched by the corruptible ones
Who see their underlings as something worst than dogs.
Our children walking barefooted
looking for greener pastures with nothing to eat.
Our anger and screams are a melodic beat
we came to fight back as a team
yet what's meant to defend us, has laid us a burying keep
What's dying is not our soul
but the dream that gives us hope
is there a reason to live anymore?
or a chance to live once more?
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L