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Bobby Sands

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They gave me for home a narrowness cell
and stole my heart and my destiny
they said I am a dangerous man
something who never will tell
They tore my body and tortured my brain
and made it the same as the others
and when someone arrives at the end of his life
there are fewer problems then yesterday

Rest in your heart Bobby Sands

I dreamed of my mountains,my valleys,my lakes
I dreamed of my sisters and brothers
I dreamed of white houses and children in the streets
and old men in the pubs who were singing
Brits thinks that God has made a mistake
to give that green land to the Irish
and so for eight hundred years they tried
to put everything in right way

Rest in your heart Bobby Sands

They close here my body but don’t close my words
they can’t dash my hope in the future
they trapped in Maze only one Bobby Sands
but there’re lots of me in Ireland
The people are tied to seeing in the streets
the R.U.C. soldiers givin’an orders
the people still ask why you are here
what do you want from Irish land

Rest in you heart Bobby Sands

I chose death only to survive
but I have nothing to repent of
I chose to run along worrying road
take me away nearly my God
And if you hear of someone call Bobby Sands
remember he’s one of the many
that fights for his land his people his God
in that hell called Northern Ireland.

Rest in your heart Bobby Sands



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