Broken stones, dirty hands and the eyes that wayched the emptiness;
Kid who don't drown up; who was empty shape
Yet I scream at her.
Hey kid, you're someone who sweeps the walls. You're the wall, not the one who's trying to destroy it
Broken homes, black bodies, and the contact that's never interrupted;
kid who lives in a dreams; who don't grow up; who was empty shape
But yet, I scream at her
Hey kid, you're someone who's laughing at them; you're seagull who can't see colors, hear sounds, but still knows everything