GuerilleroUrbano
27th August 2002, 00:40
Jailbars ring,Cell doors crash.
Lost paces, leadng nowhere.
They pretend to jail our minds.
Mr. and Mrs. Government who
suppose the decide our ideals.
Yo can't jail our minds.
An ideal can be song,laughter,kiss,
it is a mirror reflecting our future.open the cells to
those imprisioned for thinking against what is wrong!
Quedan 6
Lost paces, leadng nowhere.
They pretend to jail our minds.
Mr. and Mrs. Government who
suppose the decide our ideals.
Yo can't jail our minds.
An ideal can be song,laughter,kiss,
it is a mirror reflecting our future.open the cells to
those imprisioned for thinking against what is wrong!
Quedan 6