Your Heart is real strong So take my hand, and come along
Break through these obstacles that we have been handed
Our scars remain as if branded
Most read palms to tell ones future
But we read hands to tell the past
Each scar tells a story
whether it be sadness or glory
Our surroundings we shall escape
No longer live in pain and hate
Our sprits high, and soul set free
Let it be you and me.
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