Can I see or I am blind?
Can I hear or I am deaf,
Can I feel or I am stone,
Still alive or crawling death?
Is it summer in the snow?
Is it sunny in the mist?
Is it warm in the winter cold?
Is it home on a homeless street?
Sitting… thinking… dreaming,
Wandering into the past
Sahara, oh, Sahara…
Wake me up and take my hand!
Open my eyes and talk to me,
Wake me up and show me summer!
Make me see the sun above!
Let me feel its warmth and love.
Show me where’s my home.
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