My creator come clean up my tears,
Still don't know why I live in fears,
Thinking up everyday but no one cares,
Your voice alone I'll give my ears.
The wind of Justice blew out there,
Rivers of tears i saw out there,
Poor people are diening, but no one care,
Our leaders are far, when they are near.
Standing tall everyday as the youths,
Telling lies all the way with truths,
Like crossing their hearts,
and stand with prove,
These are the things we have to do.
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