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Heaven touches our heads 
And our hands are the witnesses of prayer. 
 Life dances with our souls
 Attracting them to the unrecognized. 

 The eyes look at the moving birds 
Dancing in the circle, like prisoners. 
 Peace on this earth is our responsibility. 

 Trapped between mystery and unknown, 
I'm afraid of what's going on.
  Our fingers touch the sky
 And our feet pass through hell, 
Pain mixed with happiness, 
Heaven mixed with hell.

  The sun's rays support
 Our shoulders and keep us upright.  
The rain runs through our skin 
And we are exposed to death from an early age.

  The lips are forced to be silent
 No matter what we have to say. 
 And the flesh in our body 
Is more important than the soul, 
Though it will be thrown into the ground
When it will no longer serve for anybody.

  Our blood will flow to the last drop for dignity
 And we will remain a memory 
That will be erased. 

 Life is whipping us, 
Leaving us deep traces 
And death will laugh at us, 
Because of helplessness.
©roxana91