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If in this life im bound to fall, then why should i get up at all?
Looking at the rain outside and waiting for someone to call,
not living for a special reason, somehow i hope it cant be true,
Its babys time for a breastfeeding by some crackhead wearing blue,

Not poor at heart nor poor in soul but poor in life finacially,
Then the poor man sold his soul for porridge for his family,
peacemakers fight for rights outside,
no money makes them villified,
wile warriors have genocides and get paid for there bravery,
If in this life im bound to fall then why live life so painfully?
Seeing children in the streets with m 16's so playfully,
Their waiting on the day to say that they can live life thankfully,
Till then noone will make a sound,
they wait and live life patiently.

If in this life im bound to fall then why should i get up at all?
The rain is heavier outside, and i know noone will call,
i hope one day i see the light,
i hope it dosnt hurt my eyes,
and if it does ill get back down to were my body truly lies