She wears glasses, looking so pretty with her blue...
Green America,
Oh how we love you...
I live in a prison
Thats what I call my home...
Freedom is a great thing.
We gave freedom of life...
Written wen i was 17;
I'm starting to realize...
With your hand
reach out and...
All genocide
is fratricide...
Who We Are
Black or white, religion or race...
I've begun to learn,
to live with who I am...
He... standing by the corner,, deranged in red...
she... staring at the stars,, frozen in death's...
The memories that haunt me are those of my own...
All of us feel like dead ends
for the lies just keep slipping...