"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends" [Martin Luther King, Jr.]
Time could never heal our pain Quietly loud Our sadness resounds Hope could never heal our soul Tragically lost Our voices Were turned to silence
Prayers could never save ourselves Strangers, we are To our land...now, a prison Peace wished to our enemies Their eyes being shut Our voices Were turned to silence
Non-violent way To misery, has led All of what we are Is now hanging By a thread
All we did was pray No freedom left to speak Captive as their prey Confined within our peaks
How shall we be remembered Through the course of history? As strengthless beings..." Who choose submission As their way to be...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
