We've got our lives to live
In spite of the memories we have
More painful than shattered limbs
Late at night, waking in tears
All those thoughts and too many years
Forced labour and depravation of youth
A thousand words cannot recount
The torturous moments by which we were bound
Our wishes are simple and often denied
The wish to be loved and granted respect
A little humanity would not go astray
Find a little empathy, forget about sympathy
Cause sympathy sees, but does not feel
And empathy knows the depth of what's real
All the things you said, all the things you did
Can never outweight... The beauty of what we've become.
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