Hidden and Exposed, frozen in time
I can hear a lot of them, singing the pain of life.
In the silence of the night, in the noise of the STREETS
Forgotten Voices, Still spreading their grief.
In my heart, in my head,
The Agony grows, and wherever I go
I feel your pain... your presence...
Maybe I'll join them...
Maybe I'll die without understanding.
While torture of life continues,
I'll always cry with them.
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