1.
Stop tell us ‘bout the injustice
Everyone is tired
While you practice to not crying
People are hiding
Painful story of your problems
Justice…
Chorus:
You walk alone through the streets
Just further
No matter how cold it might be
Just forward
You are the only one who believes
Pain is ready to make you
Stronger
2.
Art is my air
I’m breathing it in and out
It’s an emotion in sound
A truer identity I discovered
When only music was there…
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© Copyright: Полина Молчанова, 2013
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