peace at last
Orange and yellow, the morning sun shines, but i can't see it, i'm trapped inside
Purple and black, everyday your attack. Your fists rain on me, and I never hit back
Red everywhere, down on the floor, the blood flows from me, out every poor
Green and brown it was all around, the day they buried me in the ground
White all around but i'm not afraid, i get to see my real father today
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