The richmay lose alittlebut they will stillbe richthe poor will losenothingfor they will stillbe poorbut for youwho call your selfmiddle classit shall..
What is itthat hurtswhen you lookat meWhat is itthat makes youhideWhat is itthat youfeelwhen your reflectionspeaksof the painthat you gaveto the onest..
maybe im simplebut i dont understandwhy do we hidein the lands of twisted speachwhy do we hidefrom the wordsthat will give usalittle freedomthat will ..
It is only when you have comefrom the placewhere youbecameundonecan you feel the thingsthat you some times thinkthe things that should neverbe freefro..