Yeah, I sing,
I sing.
Years to years,
I play
With words.
I face
The fire
The whole life.
I fight
With my own
Family members,
And relatives,
And friends.
The war
Shows me
The real picture.
Who is there
With me
And who is not.
No,
I can't believe
The word
Trust.
And yet
I dance
And dance
All days
And
All nights.
All clear
All neat.
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