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SinkingDisowned, desertedThe crop of yesterday Why are we faithful? Labelled, positioned Stripped of our right to grow What do we fight for? We are not giving up hope Not searching for a place to start. Consumed, discareded Victims of judgements passed Why are we faithful? A cause, a burden Our time not meant to last What do we fight for? We are not giving up hope, Not searching for a place to start. Hiding the dear in our face, Endlessly holding our place. We're not giving up hope We're not here to take back the night, Or make this all right. Sinking, treading They'll cut you down right where you stand, Forced out by their demand. Treading through |