We long for the days of our new-born selves
We long for the memories we still do not own
Banished from homelands, lovers and bonds
We shiver on the thought of a same blue sky
Same sun, same sea, same breeze on our spine
This womb that delivered us now sterile and dead
Dried up from the joy, jubilation and pain
Under thousands of stars
Our thoughts will take shape
No answers around us
No affirmations will show
Just a distress, an anguish
That may shake our own mountains
And the sureness of the winners
Will drown in our doubts
And there will be no sleep tonight
It’s our smile that will make their fixations slip away
Because this world of certainty makes us sick
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