Beyond the spreading of nature's anger
Beyond the splitting of wrathful thunder
Beyond the spitting of selfish bullets
We choose to gasp the air that's quiet

Rain's flogging our Hamlet's like brutish boots in charging action
Wind rooting our homes like a farmer devouring weeds in rage of frustration
But beyond that despairing sweat
We choose to gasp the air that's quiet

Every moment we play with, smiley
radient wrapping our faces

We dance in and out of the sun, we circle our glamours in the realm of all nature pieces
We joyed on the desires of our fears and hoist our worthless bouquets
This is what we choose, we gasp the air that's quiet

We have feel the might of the gun
We have dwell in hearts of nature's thorn
For most of our lives, survival rules our sight
But.that will not dragged us off happiness, we choose to gasp the air that's quiet

I heard and saw my brothers clinging to their souls when cyclones of hunger blow
I saw ourselves hanging to our skins when floods of corruption risingly flow
But brother, we should hold on to our spirit and taught ourselves not to forget
With all this odds we will gasp the air that's quiet

kemurl fofanah

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