Las Heridas
Dread Mar I
100%
The Wounds
The wounds, of this life
Have not yet closed
This fear, that oppresses me
Today is something common
Freedoms, consumed
Do not manage to calm
It is my soul, that screams
It is my own truth
And although sometimes I thought I would heal
I am here and I shout
I will sing my song louder
This is my judgment
The wounds, of this life
Have not yet closed
This fear, that oppresses me
Today is something common
Freedoms, consumed
Do not manage to calm
It is my soul, that screams
It is my own truth
And although sometimes I thought I would heal
I am here and I shout
I will sing my song louder
This is my judgment
