(no subject)
As it was written, I had to forget everything
I had to lose myself to the pulse of the streets
I had to become one with the people of Spain.
This was all so new to me: life was hard on these streets
Every night was a struggle, every meal was a gift.
Day after day, I searched again.
As time went by, I was getting further and further away
i felt lost, chasing a ghost I might never find.
but what I found: I wasn't prepared for:
Everywhere I looked there was crime without punishment.
I wanted to do something; anything. I just didn't know where to begin.
Who could protect these people? Who was oppressing them?
I had to lose myself to the pulse of the streets
I had to become one with the people of Spain.
This was all so new to me: life was hard on these streets
Every night was a struggle, every meal was a gift.
Day after day, I searched again.
As time went by, I was getting further and further away
i felt lost, chasing a ghost I might never find.
but what I found: I wasn't prepared for:
Everywhere I looked there was crime without punishment.
I wanted to do something; anything. I just didn't know where to begin.
Who could protect these people? Who was oppressing them?