Robert Standish
Drama Tragedy
Hands unhurt survivors guilt
tragedy gone recovery ahead
create or destroy what role will they play
Tiny Grain Of...
Equality
Cast Your Sto...
Choices
Integrity
Guidance
Voice
Authors Own S...
Tiny Hands
Fear Voice
I am hope I knock on everyone’s door I am hope I knock on everyone’s door
For we have a strong bond, that’s certain!... For we have a strong bond, that’s certain!...
I try to write but the ink has dried, the quill has twisted just like my fate. I try to write but the ink has dried, the quill has twisted just like my fate...
I feel alone even in the crowd. I feel alone even in the crowd.
Life in my backyard... Life in my backyard...
Your city has no tomorrow and it refuses to dwell in the past Your city has no tomorrow and it refuses to dwell in the past
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be the moon? Have you ever wondered what it's like to be the moon?
A metallic touch, On the toes' it felt. A metallic touch, On the toes' it felt.
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies,
The dew drops dripped down the velvety train The dew drops dripped down the velvety train
I wish to travel... Travel far and wide, no fear bothers me now I wish to travel... Travel far and wide, no fear bothers me now
She came and sat near me asking About my life and mistakes I did. She came and sat near me asking About my life and mistakes I did.
There was a time when I looked for myself, There was a time when I looked for myself,
My hands once joined in prayer, Now they lay open for you to learn. My hands once joined in prayer, Now they lay open for you to learn.
Problems only We True Artists face. Problems only We True Artists face.
It's my rights and you can't take me away from my rights It's my rights and you can't take me away from my rights
fly to unknown places, where pain and hurt once dwelled. fly to unknown places, where pain and hurt once dwelled.
Let me sit with you, darling Let me sit with you, darling
If you could read my mind, You’d see a thousand papers If you could read my mind, You’d see a thousand papers
What is my motherland? Is it the dust that ravages my lungs What is my motherland? Is it the dust that ravages my lungs
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