Seeing the shadow of my past
Seeing the oppression of the caste
A darkness that won’t last
It haunts my very soul
So we do what we’re told
We sleep in the cold
With nothing to hold
But each others hands
We lie that we love
We love that we lie
And kill each other
With a blink of an eye
When this will end?
When will this end?
When the world stop’s to pretend
Roy
The Little Thing 