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When sorrow becomes the banner of life
It is you we come to
When tears run through our body and blood comes through our eyes
It is you we come to
When hope sleeps
We have no one to see than despair
It is you we come to
When misery visits your sons and daughters
It is you we come to
Blind our hearts
Shut our eyes
We will relish in our pain
Oh why! Why ! Why! The rooster is crowing at mid- day
Our spoils has become our plague.
Is there a story we have not heard?
Afar, there cries our mothers and children
We cannot take it anymore
Take us back..

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When sorrow becomes the banner of life

  • 1. When sorrow becomes the banner of life It is you we come to When tears run through our body and blood comes through our eyes It is you we come to When hope sleeps We have no one to see than despair It is you we come to When misery visits your sons and daughters It is you we come to Blind our hearts Shut our eyes We will relish in our pain Oh why! Why ! Why! The rooster is crowing at mid- day Our spoils has become our plague. Is there a story we have not heard? Afar, there cries our mothers and children We cannot take it anymore Take us back..