Life just aint right
to die cry tryin to make right
Lifes like a tree
just like me
growing up to ne cut down
while i die and wither away
my life so far im free
but eventually im going to end up like that tree
not free
dying of starvation crying from dihydration
but we can make life right
the people who die for our salvation
we will give a good congradualions
to see our world grow and make it through the war and sorro
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