I master the silence of my head, but I cannot hold the solitude of my heart
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I have the most talkative eyes, that in one blink, is a story of life and death
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I cried many tears but what it is for, if I remain nothing but man of pity
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I can climb the highest mountain but I cannot climb your head
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I handed you the tools but why, until now your car doesn’t work
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I know you are my friend because even your hands cannot wash the way I can’t from the crime of ignorance were we both come from
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I know I admire you but it’s enough to know you because I love somebody who died for me
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I know they cannot comprehend what I mean but I know others will come and start to understand
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I wore my shoes and took my leave but I left my feet behind
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I find good friend in Jesus, but what can I have from you?
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I ate the food you offered to my table
I drank the wine you poured in my cup
but why you didn’t give me your name
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Children of innocence were rubbed by their education
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It is easy to go but not to leave home
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You kill me every time you close the door
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Life is not a matter of destiny it is a matter of choice
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The cruelty of death is like of that un-welcomed bride
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My eyes can tell the unheard stories of blindness
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Honesty is a virtue, but it is stupidity, at times it leads you to your death
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My head can lead you into somewhere, but my heart can keep you to stay
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Your sweet words that keep me alive each day, were the words that cause my blood
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Women hold fashion with pride, while men obey their passion with prejudice
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