Connemara Stone Company
Hard times
Dark Clouds are drifting low -beyond a gloomy sky.
An icy wind is sweeping snow -hard times for a butterfly.
Above the desert glows an angry sun -sending lethal burning power.
Spiteful scorpions on the run -hard times for a flower.
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Every day a disabled start -every night a suicid.
Every moment a broken heart -every minute a voice forever quite.
Wasted dreams on a one-way road -spoilt days in a dirty hole.
A voiceless cry from a strangled throat -hard times for a tender soul.
Wasted dreams on a one-way road - spoilt days in a dirty hole
A voiceless cry from a strangled throat ? hard times for tender soul.
Tortured bodies in slavery -locked-up minds in a prison-cell.
Starving children in poverty -hard times for the liberty-bell.
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From Letras Mania