They know we live
Below the aquatic
Above the corridors of the rightful rainbow
We march on mountains passing the fallen walls of Jericho
Against complications of any nature
They know we live
Our lives where written on the streets of Via Dolorosa
Painted in tears and blood
Filled with images of surrow and bruises
As we watched the wickedness of men
In tragedy we saw the footprints of embarrassment
And without a weep, we endured
We lived amongst men in flesh and blood
Till they gave us away to be consumed by graves in the land of the fallen
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