In these grim times, with so much sorrow and rage, With lungs that ache, longing to scream, caged, I’d kick, I’d push, I’d break what I can, To wake you, my dearest, my brother, my man. See, I know that freedom exists, It’s just hidden by father’s fists.

The door opens only in winter’s cold, when the bear reaches the threshold, I can pull you out from your dream, But I can’t crawl inside your mind, you see. Wake up, for only you can flee from the devil’s hold.

We kicked something…

Written by Toni (the guy on the left) for Braca (the guy on the right), alluding to the photo attached.

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