1945

Come back in ages, hold me with your warm hands

Otherwise my child will be helpless too

Kids who live on anger are lonely

And their hopes from flowers, pains from histories

Like you, like me, they all were people too

And they believed in love and they believed in respect

Like you.. like me..

They were abandoned, a bit resentful kids

Like a bit hurted

Like haven't got enough love

Like ashamed because of the fight and they stopped talking

Kiss the hurted tears, let them dry in your beliefs

It's 1945, they all were people too..

And they believed in love and believed in respect

Like you.. Like me..

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