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This road is the home I don't have
The ceiling is an amazing wide sky
If I could, I'd fly to angel
To play with him on the moon
This street of shacks thrown there
Where our poverty lives
It's the school of children like me
Whose teachers are hunger and tears
Living
It's almost impossible here
Like lighting up a bonfire in the middle of the sea
It's a ruleless world
It's a bad movie
That one day I will forget
This road of sadness and dust
Without mothers of caresses and fables
But that's where I see the God of cities
And He will give me freedom
Living
It's a losing game here
It's fleeing from the no's jail
It's breathing glue to be
Thieves of moments, it's believing
That you can live
Inside of me I will look for
That faith I don't have
Then from love I will be born again
(…)
But if winning is a miracle, it can't be done
I know I won't give up to want to set myself free
Living
(maybe it's possible here)
Will you have pity of us, "kyrie eleison"?
Lord I will find my way
With you I will walk to live
To live
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