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I will never be born to the voice of a black lady |
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I will never be strong like a man in a trench |
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But they are the ones who saved me |
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From the fire and the cold and the stench |
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I will never be tall like the walls in the mountains |
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I will never see all like the stars in the sky |
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Is it true, is it true that we are turning? |
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And when you are turning so am I? |
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Tell me when you see me, can you see yourself? |
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Tell me when you see me, can you see yourself? |
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Tell me when you see me, can you see yourself? |
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How much do we share? |
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How much do I really care? |
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I can wave my hands like a girl in a whorehouse |
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I can blush at a smile like a king in disguise |
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But I will never have to live by |
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The mercy of strangers he mercy of ties |
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I will never know how they will talk of my ages |
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I will never be sure that I committed no crime |
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Is it true, is it true that we are turning? |
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And when you are turning so am I? |
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So tell me when you see me, can you see yourself? |
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Tell me when you see me, can you see yourself? |
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Tell me when you see me, can you see yourself? |
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How much do I really care? |
