Living day to day
ignoring the price we've paid
wanting everything today
History repeats itself
How do we redeem ourselves?
Homes crumble, lives are lost
waiting for a new day
Feel the moments passing by
waiting for the right time
to do what we
should have done
A moment in time
is all this will ever be.
Everything we fight for
is nothing but history
A moment in time,
a cry in the night
hoping for a better way
before we die
There's no fortune to be found
no shining mansion on a hill
nothing bought can save yourself
Hold one another tight
ignite the fire deep inside
love and live the best you can
you're just a memory in the end
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| Indigenous children jumping of a pier on Rama Island, Nicaragua. |
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These are lyrics from a song I've yet to finish. Listen if you like or let your own mind create their song.
