Alba s touto skladbou:
Anderson, Bruford, Wakeman, Howe,
Yearbook Collection,
Analogue,
Wish Upon a Blackstar,
Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe (ABWH),
she was raised by wolves,
in the warmth of their fur.
surrounded by fangs,
she knew that she was secure.
language barriers
made no difference at all.
when you’re truly cared for,
there’s no purpose for walls.
his fences stood tall
as the shoulders of old.
but he dreamt that one day
maybe he’d break the mold.
but time shyly stands still
when you watch it unfold.
from these ivory towers
freedom is only a ghost.
privilege and pain
when compared look the same.
comprehension begins
when we pull back the lens.
right or wrong,
tension makes us stronger
by making us weak
when we needed to be.
they made her their queen
on the day she was born.
they placed on her a crown
she wasn’t ready for.
but all impossible odds
foreshadow our means,
like paving a road
to kingdoms we’ve never seen.
he woke up one day,
written out of the will.
they swore he’d be okay,
with lesser shoes to fill.
“what doesn’t kill us
makes us stronger,” they say.
our only birthright in this life
is the breath that we take.
privilege and pain
when compared look the same.
comprehension begins
when we pull back the lens.
right or wrong,
tension makes us stronger
by making us weak
when we needed to be.
our fables tell our truths.
