These words I give to you
When you feel the cold night closing in
These wounds how you feel
You feel the thorns that pierce your skin
I'm talking to you, my native son
When the days overcome you
When the taste won't go away
You're a child of creation
And you were made this way
With blackness close behind you
And with a wickedness so fast
You're a child of creation
This cold that bites your skin
It cuts like knives into your heart
These names that break you
We all have a side to us that can't turn
I am talking to you, my native son
When the day has overcome you
When the taste won't go away
You're a child of creation
And you were made this way
With blackness close behind you
And with wickedness coming fast
You're a child of creation
taunt and betray you, bring you down
These are the free words,
these are the true words I give to you
Just walk in the footprints,
don't be afraid to stand your ground,
I am talking to you, my native son
When the taste has overcome you
When the pain won't go away
You're a child of creation
And you were made this way
And with blackness close behind you
And with wickedness coming fast
You're a child of creation
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