Weight in out backs, sweat in out eyes;
Just for a piece of bread;
Living out lives, a life with no pride;
Watching the days go by.
Emptying our pocket, widening the holes;
between our lives and our souls;
Blinded by oppression, hatred and possession;
until a point we won’t hold on.
Watching through glasses tags printed in oil and blood;
Praying for forgiveness but forgetting all the love;
Watching through glasses tags printed in oil and blood.
No, we won’t hold on.