They are paths of paths
Where the stones are the mines
That are breaking bones of the earth that complains
Leaving hope invalid
The sweet voice of a child ±o
It turns into a storm
Of uncontrollable crying of visceral pains
That does not understand innocence
The trees are crying
br/>They are witnesses of so many years of violence
The sea is brown
Mixture of blood with the earth
But here they come coming down from the mountain with hope
The mothers who look after their children and their books
For school they are their dream
But here they come coming down from the mountain with hope
Badly injured men and children
Looking for asylum, looking for a place
To dream and love
We do not deserve to be forgotten
We are the voice of the people
Says a man sitting with both his eyes blindfolded
But he still has hope in his hands
The trees are crying
br/>They are witnesses of so many years of violence
The sea is brown
Mixture of blood with the earth
But here they come coming down from the mountain with hope
The mothers who look after their children and their books
For school they are their dream
But here they come coming down from the mountain with hope
Badly injured men and children
Looking for asylum, looking for a place
To dream and love
They are paths of paths
Paths of paths
Paths of paths
They are paths of paths
They are paths of paths

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