Behind the grafftied walls of victory
In between the fields and in the streets,
Going to the mundane of places
Buying our way to maintain our surivial.
Riding the bus or driving on the roads
Or walking, striding, running, waiting our lives away
Thoses groups of happy faces hand in hand
Holding on to the seeds of friendship
Even when our grudges erodes the best of us
Rainy days in the sunlight
Innocent faces in the playgrounds
Shooken-up homeless aimlessly staring
Watching if a miracle comes there way
Avenues and streets with forgotten names
Traffic will fill every single one
Coming soon, the news predicts better weather
Happy couples get to get away from the masses
Isn't it a wonderful life for all us?
No, it's even better cause its the liberty for us all;
Granting and permitting us a life of our own.
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