racing
The silence of manIn the face of true painIs the measure of humanityIn your race to be sane.
The silence of manIn the face of true painIs the measure of humanityIn your race to be sane.
Nonsense, I sayI will notStay awayI will waitI won’t hateAnd always neverBe OK. Nonsense, says IFrom farFar up highI will chooseNot to loseAnd always neverSay I tried.