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The light of the morning sky Knock at your door The whistle of the wind Ravish your dreams Voices from the street Surround your nest Like a cricket you wake up Ready to start the game Jump and raze across fields Play the game of olds Descovering secrets of war Pretending they’re only lores Sailing the seas of grass I flied All around destructions of war I ask way? A lighten draws my view What is this? , nkpi.!n gonn o It looks like a pen But burst like a bomb Blood red paints my eyes Vertigo of pain i’m dry The boundaries of sanity i see The light of the morning star Will shine no more The whistle of the wind Became a tempest of pain Voices into my head Surrounding my grave We’re children victims of war Won’t sigh no more I’ve been watching along So long into my memories Darkness is the only thing i see Left alone in a corner My life is marked by your greed Your shitty medals Can’t heal my wounds I can only hope that You don’t make anyone suffer like me Red stained childhood The war took its toll
Red Stained Childhood Wounded Knee
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