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Disappearing dust between the fingers
Nothing always makes me cry
I got the burden of an evanescence
Bend inside my human flesh
Uh, Slavery, I despise your freedom
The nights of whispering
The same old story of betrayal
But the wall was made and built by fist
We don't need a plan, you told me we are different
Uh, just push it hard and we will succeed
But the prison still remains intact
I failed…
The sky above becomes a wall
My weeping turns to bricks
A noise remains with grits upon my tongue
My weeping turns to bricks
I failed…The sky above becomes a wall
My hands have turned to wings
A noise becomes a music in my head
My weeping turns to…
To become a road…
Till when will I write on the ground?
When will my traces multiply to become a road?