I was born outside the system
Was loved and raised in faith
To survive the fears and dangers
Long gone generations made
My mind is free from poison
Not rotten from within
By split ideals, black or white
Long gone generations built
Emotions will never fade
Even in the darkest place
Where wilted flowers grow
Once sown by old men's hand
My mind is free from poison
Not rotten from within
By split ideals, black or white
Long gone generations built
Although we are the fewest
In our own tiny sphere
The moment of flowers blooming
Makes it worthwhile fighting fierce
Although we are the fewest
In our own tiny sphere
The moment of flowers blooming
Makes it worthwhile fighting fierce.
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