injustice

I'm locked up in a black box
overlooking a small window to the world,
I see violence and I cover it with a flower.
Here inside the walls are in red velvet,
like the blood I'm losing
for having hold your hand.

* Maybe you do not know what love is ...
but I'm tired of being the victim of an injustice,
but I'm sick,
to be a victim.
victim of an injustice.

Leave me the law to be human,
we are born of mistakes
and we will die in our sins.
We cover with a silent kiss
every crack on our smile,
because we are only naive sinners.

* Maybe you do not know what forgiveness is ...
but I'm tired of being the victim of an injustice,
but I'm sick,
to be a victim.
victim of an injustice.

You are envious because I have a blessing,
I'm the light that has illuminated the darkness on this planet.
Cut me again,
but it will not help you mend the shreds of your soul.
I will continue to struggle until I breathe
to keep my justice.

* Maybe you do not know what it's like to be me ...
but I'm tired of being the victim of an injustice,
but I'm sick,
to be a victim.
victim of an injustice.

(and I no longer need to shout, I do not need to fight with weapons or words anymore, I know the truth.
I know I do not need to shout, I know the truth.)