Does anybody know why I’m here?

I want to explain it to my tears

what to do with all these fears

that I feel always so near.

Do you think I’m going to die?

Tell me the truth and not a lie

about the meaning of being alive

with so many people saying goodbye.

What can I do for Them

when they like so much their hell?

How can I understand Them

if they hate being men?

What’s my duty in this land?

What am I supposed to do with my hand?

If I’m just a man

who only knows how it feels this Harm.

LA VOLUNTAD DE LA ESPERANZA ǀ TIN BOJANIC

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