Eutopia
They tell me Eutopia will never exsist
I tell them I was born for this
They tell me They have to suffer
I tell them They never deserved it
They tell me They don't need protection
I tell them They need Eutopia
They tell me They have to starve for us to eat
I tell them They can eat with me
They tell me They can't be helped
I tell them where are you?
They tell me I am apart of They
I tell them of course I am
I tell them one day They will be me
And the harsh wind will no longer blow their possessions away
You will be blown away
But We will find Eutopia
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