We have seen them glitter after quenching their thirst
Soaked with bonded sweat, with innocent blood
They stood ruthless as the face of the tyrant
At times, it became my armor, sometimes, it covered my fist
My murderer made it into a deadly whip
Those barbed lines were installed to arrest the spirits
Gave me a reason, to continue my quest
Carrying along a hope and a desire
One fine day, these deadly thorns will corrode and fall apart
These lines will fall apart, these lines will fall apart
Making way for a harmless stretch
Where our children will walk without a scratch.
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