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There is no life here

The birds don't sing

And flowers don't rise

The grass is white

And the fence is bloodied

Today I saw my mother die

I didn't care any more

Shes with dad now

And I'm all alone

I picked up the teeth of the dead

I saw mom today

She was laying dead

But her teeth had to be pulled

Else I'd be whiped and killed

My hair fell off

The wind is an obstacle I can't overcome now

Some times I look up above and question 

Do we have to go through this to get our redemption?

The fence is bloodied

The grass is white

And flowers don't rise

Where there is no life