Shrine of New Generation Slaves

I could be foreign forever To your otherland I could be foreign forevermore To your promiseland One life was great But another- No, I don't want to live on the edge I won't follow you I found my own I will stay I could be foreign forever To your hast

Into this world I came Filled with fear Crying all the time I guess my birth Left a great scar On my heart and mind Now I hand-pick cotton And struggle to sing "I am happy and I do what I like" But my voice breaks And I start to hate My singing

When I scroll back through our recent days I try to understand How we could forget We made a promise to one another That nothing would ever break what we had Now we never talk when we fall apart We never talk when we fall apart We pretend we're ok Su

I live surrounded by cherished memories I have a weakness for collecting them Alphabetize As far as I recall my childish rituals Icons of that world Always filled my shelves and heart Now I shelter from the rain Hole up in my cage You don't have to t