The world outside is small and loud today
I see those faces looking up at me
I close my eyes and breathe the air of May
Is this who I'm supposed right now to be?
The scream of hopeless crowd is what I hear
Complains,requests,regrets is what I see
I can't recall the last time I was near
And saw the glorious colour of the sea
I try to make a little step outside
Afraid of falling into furious hands
I wish I could be white just as a bride
Naive enough to call them all my friends
Instead of this I watch the stressing scenes
Believe or not but never spill the beans
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