The
young lost souls
They
face their lives
They
can't take the pressures
They
seek to hide
When
they see a way out
The
young lost souls will run
Packed
their bags and leave
Sometimes
they leave notes behind
Out
in the open
The
predators hunt
Give
them promises
Until
they walk into a trap
Once
in the cage
The
nightmares will begin
The
slave trade in secret
The
flesh trade in between
It
is always better
Stay
at home and think
Life
has all kinds of pressure
It
isn't stationary all the times
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