My dream has always been to see the bright lights with my own eyes. But we’re going down, and I’m gonna drown. You can almost see the shoreline from here. You can almost smell the good life from here. With salty hands death pulls me down. Can they not hear our »Save our souls«? We made it through dust and hot sand. Now our dreams die right on their doorstep and no one seems to care. Why don’t they care? My hope dies with me here in a wet grave.
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