The nights grow cold, my search for gold
Is leading nowhere
Whichever lonely road I take
It seems to go where
Its a fight to survive just until tomorrow
How can I display what I know Im worthy of
When they turn me away
The doors are closed to such as i
A boy from nowhere
But not to those who merely buy the right
To go where
Theyll be met with respect, not humiliation
A mans place on earth
I have come to realize
Is decided by birth
So whats the future
wrong
where
whats
until
unlike
tomorrow
those
guarantee
fight
strong
lonely
fantasize
birth
leading
earth
humiliation
honest
mouth
nowhere
closed
things
alive
coming
doors
decided
search
matter
future
destiny
thing
merely
bound
display
nights
others
whichever
another
place
realize
survive
remain
million
respect
spain
right
round
belong
seems
somethings
steal
still
thats
worthy
there
theyll
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