The Wanderers, by An Vedi Subscribe to rss feed for An Vedi

The ground under our feet 

Turned into the dirt 

We go away, away from the desert 

We had sufferings, 

We had no shelters, 

We were ill 

We had deaths,

We wanted to be killed, 

But we`re going to the 

(To the) Freedom of life, 

We just want to be live, 

Nobody can drive 

Us from the place 

Where we'd be safe 

Our tears have dried out, 

Our smiles have disappeared, 

We just want to stay in human form, 

Please, don`t leave us, 

We aren`t animals, 

Please, safe us. 

We want to live, 

Please, pass us on your land! 

We`ll storm it for the 

Freedom of life, 

We just want to be alive, 

Nobody can drive 

Us from the place 

Where we`ll be safe
Posted: 2016-02-27 20:23:49 UTC

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