Letras:
Voz Come Again

their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say, Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary. Hard times, hard times, come again

let go my voice on the roads Now I don't want to stop (My route is made of stone How can I dream Dream made of breeze Wind come finish I'll close my weeping

The pain and the games, calling you all those names When I was to blame, I was always out with my friends I was always getting caught loosing your trust again and again

older We're all someone's daughter We're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down the barrel of a gun CHORUS : You're the voice, try

I let go my voice on the roads Now I don't want to stop (My route is made of stone How can I dream Dream made of breeze Wind come finish I'll close my