Our dreams filled with hope,
How will we cope
With the bitter reality
Creeping behind the curtains ?
A bitter sweet taste of pain,
We want to be free...
Free of judgement and borders.
This finement path we follow,
Liberty in the blurr,
Just above our heads, a crow.
Finement path of dreams,
We're now lost in our own will,
Will we ever find the end ?
A roaring coming closer,
Voices calling for us,
Is this really the end ?
A.N: A schoool project about mexicans trying to cross the Sonoran Desert in order to join the USA.
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A Swallow's Night Confessions
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