How long will you be a foreigner in your own skin?

It was the year of 1990,

A foolish boy in oversized blue shorts,

Legs so gray from dust and fun play you'd swear I painted myself with ash,

Soft and mild in the head, I'd believe every lie I was told.

A kind heart forgets to be patient.

A curse, the burden of growing up in a culture of ignorance, Made worse by the lie of the GOD entity.

Only the idea of God will have the last laugh and an undeserving victory.

Trees old and wise, and the earth turned its back on us.

I have nothing but bitter memories of a child growing up without guided wisdom, Internal war rages for years and years without realizing a time of peace.

Only in your last days do you realize you didn't have to fight.

You will do anything and everything to let go and just go in peace.

The stones we carried for so long, the stones that never asked to be carried.

No stone ever asked to be picked up; no stone will ever ask to be picked up.

It started when the poison water tasted better than any drink you ever had.

That is how it started, propagating the biggest lie, the soil was fertile and ready for harvest.

While we wait for the blood and lies to wash off, We will drink to pain, to all the self-inflicted suffering.

We will share a drink today.

Letting go will be all you need, spend all your time to reconcile,

Letting go will be all you need.