

© 1996-2004 Rick Summer Droit
Then others came to scribble on me...tried to make me see..like they see,
Why didn't they try to see like I do?
They seem to be many..I..seem to be few..
Well I..was born naked.....they covered me up,
I..drank from my hands....they sold me their cup.
I.walked upon this earth...now, now concrete remains,
I...once felt happiness..(joy)..they brought me pain,
They brought me pain.
Yes I was born on a beautiful earth....with people smiling and welcoming me.
