By Cesar Gutierrez

Iím leaving this place
that much is certain
Iím already on my way

How can I go on
when one look at the delicate hands of a child
stirs my emotion
How can I remain
and still believe

there is a place where no one suffers
there is a way to stay alive

Havenít you known that longing?
Isnít there something you want to say?
Donít you remember

we started out the same

How do we come to be so far apart?

There is only one answer to this pain

Leave this struggle to the hired hands
lay beside the waterís edge
and dream


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