Again I see the streets In front of me, All the place I find, all door I trust, is locked, made without a key. I beg a drop of life, Committing songs to The fool of myself. Every scream, makes me deaf Makes me tasteless.
Follow me beyond your falls, Beyond your fears, Beyond your sadness, Beyond all tears, Beyond the difference, Beyond delusion, Beyond the hate That lies under the streets of our city.
I don't want to yeld To my song of rage, Never going to let The streets I walk on be my cage, Giving my nod while noise Devour my skill of choice.
Give up screaming, Give up showing strenght, Take a chance to comprehend. From the palace, of within, Here His voice saying:
Do I want to hear At my Father's words? Am I wrong to say There is no charm, there is No work, no strenght, No sight, no hope, To cut our cities' ropes?
Brother take a look At our dirty home, Lie your eyes on every wall, You know them all, They're filled of thorns, Their blades are made for Daring people Faith. Listen what the voice Is truly saying, none of that Can kill your aim, Don't fear your chain, That's not your world, You're born for more, You're born to see God's love.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
