Karel Maans Poems

Does my skin makes me not to be respected as human
Does my skin makes me not to be part of a new society
Am i to be blame for the mistakes of the past government
Were i not a child? in those days
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Different countries, but still children from the soil

Lord creator of heaven and earth
Thank you for the beauty of our land
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I am the wind, I am free
I move places nobody has ever seen
Over mountains and the seas
Even the most protected houses
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I dream dreams
Some good and some bad, some really sad
It seems so real
Untill i realise its just a dream
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