Oh where, oh where could my hero be. He was supossed to be here days ago, To come and rescue me. Rescue me from all the shouts and crying. From all the crime and war, And the suffer and dying. This is a place I can no longer take, Why would anyone put me in here? It seems like a big mistake. How can we enjoy freedom so dear, When we take it for granted, And most live it all in fear. Fear is something I can do without, Something not missed from my soul, Some don't even know what it's about. Their the ones stalking and being bad, They push people down, Looking at it all makes me sad. Who could make such a horrible place, A place where we're prisoniers trapped, It must only be the human race. We are the ones who do all that, We drive ourselves into a hole, And hide like bats. We're scared of ourselves to do right, So we kill little chidren, And steal things at night. Now I know my hero's not here, No one will rescue us, Because the problem is so near. We can only fix this place, A place so dark we can't see, Sometimes I wish I was in God's grace. The only place for you and me.Birth sign: Cancer
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