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| Sangatte © Copyright George Papavgeris, June 2002 Twenty four hours since we left from the centre And like thieves we crept into the night Twenty hours since this hell-hole we entered Perhaps this will be our last hour in flight. Future and prospects all buried in ruins Village and family long out of sight Don't stop to think where you are, what you're doing Now take my hand and let's walk to the light. - The clothes you're wearing your only possession Your shoes with soles already worn thin Simple survival your only obsession Your wounds may be gaping, but under your skin. Your story tragic but no one will listen Nobody cares for details of your plight Your body is whole, but your heart dead or missing Now take my hand and let's walk to the light. Although you try your best not to remember The things you've seen you can never forget And of your family if you are the last member As long as you're running there's hope for you yet. If we are caught they will not be forgiving Many will say that we have no right But we'll keep trying as long as we're living Now take my hand and let's walk to the light. - Two hours ago I used up the last candle But from the breeze I can tell that we're near But are we walking to freedom or scandal? Take a deep breath now and swallow your fear. We know for certain that ahead there is danger And the chance of success only slight And where you're going you will be a stranger But now take my hand and let's walk to the light. |
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