Open wounds as they go by
They lied to me
They treated me like trash, with no voice
Discriminated against by everyone, given no respect
They see me as nothing, looked at me with the same eyes.
Eyes of fortune, hard to get blood out of stone.
They seek revenge and forget that I’m human too.

If a heart was a gold piece,
Everyone would protect it with pride and love,
It would be worth something and important to share.

What does freedom mean to you?
It’s for the voice of every heart to be free!
Be the voice, don’t discriminate
Freedom has no colour, race nor gender
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