They
feed us for the night
They dont have to care about any one of us
But if they do then maybe something turns out right
We sleep in the cold to know just what its like
And if the sun wont shine we try to stand again
Try to stand & share a little light
All these debts
pay my way
Bought my ticket to freedom
My soul torn
and weary from this life
Suffering betrayal my heart still shows its might
The nights are cold and sympathy is dead
The rich dont understand the situation
Theyd rather judge the kids
And curse their open hands
All these debts
pay my way
Bought my ticket to freedom
To StandUp
For Kids
Thank You
Eric |