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I remember being out of home.
New storm in town, we snuck through backdoor.
I could smell the freedom in air.
They thought ill of us, for them it was despair.

I could taste the little freedom we had.
They didn't like freedom, it ain't meant to last.
Some of us could get away, some could not.
Luck was not on my side, I got caught.

I was a rebel, I fought the whole way.
Why are we different?
My mind could say.
I was a little kid, but, I knew at last.
We are bound in chains.
We are things of past.
I was a little kid, all my efforts in vain.
Tomorrow draws near everyday.
Only the fear remains.

They only yelled at me.
They never tried to know me.
They swung hard against my head.
I couldn't feel what had happened.

They left me to the ground.
The floor against my face.
It was so cold and hard.
I Didn't have the energy to stand up.
In my daze I waited.
I could taste my blood.

I don't know why we call ourselves supreme.
Ignorance is our bliss, we keep on dreaming.
We are afraid of the unknown.
Deep down we are so weak.
Our eyes are shut and sewn.

I won't see through their eyes.
The day is erased, the day is past.
I won't see through their eyes.
The day is gone, my eyes won't be shut.
Written by Wanderer_Mahmud (Mahmudul Alam)
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