Heroes

Pitti Dias

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In the Far East you will get lost
Many years ago, ships were lost
In Love of your children
Who dreamed of freedom of the mind

But they only gave hope
And you waited for a long time
For happiness for pleasure
Joy summed up in your hands
We live on the gifts of the past
Solving our problems with a few words

An explosion of colors for the mind
And our origins, don't matter anymore
Not even for us