Where we came from, there had been no food. We got no time, we stay in fear. dissapointed in lines, we stand and follow some of us - lost an arm or a leg Some of us - lost at war their lives We are suffering, cause we re useless. Some of us - left their home Some of us - left their fields We are dreams no more, more or less we were k**ed
the rest of us is hiding in your past without a reason to exist We are the displaced dreams We are the broken thoughts We are displaced dreams We could tell what life was for but our owners had made themselves to slaves and their sins made us to die our dreamers lost us and a part of life