Crying
Crying
Crying, crying, crying broken hearts of a wounded soul,
maybe they're stories will be told, feeling lost and forgotten
betrayed and falsely accused, still some how broke the
chains of oppression and have been lifted upon the seas of freedom and heavy burdens we don't have too carry no
more, and the memories of hatred will be thrusted from
your mind and forgiving will be always and sadness will
dwell no more in the hearts of man and shall live in
harmony forever and ever.
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