Coming back to the roots
To the trees that were little woods
To the dreams that were fool mistakes
We were young, didn't take the breakes
We were young to not sleep the nights
And disasters were just like fights
Music was always turned on
Our hearts were singing the song
What could change this rebel inside?
I still see the following light
I still pray on a purpose. I grow up.
I remember one thing- never give up.
2010
Coming back to the roots 2010
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