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Friday, December 07, 2007 - ore 16:01
Redemption - Parker’s Eyes
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Look at you
You haven’t seen anything
Your eyes so white and pure
Without a trace of red
No signs of self-abuse there
And no tears have yet been shed
Just pure
Pure white eyes
Look at you
You don’t know anything
Not what the towers looked like
On September tenth
And words like hate and death and politics
Mean nothing yet
They’re sounds
They’re only sounds
Once, long ago I was young
And I saw the world through innocent eyes
Like a child
But those memories are faded now
And all that I can see is our despair
Look at you
You don’t fear anything
Not loss of job, or loss of faith
Or loss of self, you’re not afraid
You’re not afraid of anything
Not even death itself
Look at you
You haven’t learned anythingNot all that people do
In every single way
To hurt each other, harm each other, kill each other every day
But you will
And nothing I can say or do will stop you
Once, long ago
We were young
And we saw the world through innocent eyes
Like a child
But those memories are faded now
And all that we can see is our despair
And now I finally understand
Why we’re told to suffer the little children
They’re what we were before we fell
Sweet unruined innococence
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