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• Artiste: Through Your Silence
• Titre: Scarred By Your Hands
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Often you saw me In your nightmares Or during your apathy days in front of the tube Sometimes you felt scorn and shame, sometimes you just turned off I was far away, too far or too pitiful to stand But in the end I was like you With my home and my love Now I crawl in a tents camp or I stagger in sweat during the usual P.S.D. Maybe a badge on my chest Surely a web of scars that entangles my soul Maybe victim maybe not In rightful wars or genocides My age is that of man Sometimes too young to understand Sometimes too old and tired to stand something more I've always been wandering your lands Since the day you learned how powerful you felt With that stone in your hands.