In his homeland- a refugee
All his life hes had to flee...

My throat burns.
not from a cold...

Tears did not come to me
they left with the yellow star...

I think people should wear labels on their...
wouldn't that make life easy...

Insomnia.
looking at the ceiling...

The sky that night,
was a chocolate brown duvet...

Thrown aside
like a piece of rubbish...

Darkness surrounds
the dark figure...

She says she cares
she doesn't...

Ice forms her body
as people walk...

Thrown aside
like a piece of rubbish...

Darkness surrounds
the dark figure...