I was walking on the 3rd street, I saw this girl on my way, I picked her up and left What surprised me more was her age, 18 max, she already seemed to have lived a lazy life If you ask me, Mr. Webb, what was she doing there? It's not a witch trying to sell her fuselage I would have wanted to take her and look at her face Tell her, don't worry, it will be ok, but I didn't have the courage I regret it and I repeat it, I didn't have the courage And if the opportunity presented itself again, I would have done it I found empty looks on the street of the barbie Disabled people, often victims of what their father did She did her job, but her tongue is perfidious Abuses accumulate with the number of empty stones All that remains is the leak A glass of red wine in my teeth, I have the feelings so well locked in If you think my words are harsh, ask those who have lived it, they will tell you it's sure It happened near your home, almost in your room Indifference and resentment hurt you in the neck And in your darkest hours, don't forget, stay up Keeping hope is not that simple, especially when you doubt In the moments when you feel alone, tell yourself that they are listening Sometimes you have to take the hand you have, and then say to yourself, it's good Two children, a rent, check, EPS, not enough Even if you try to handle it, at the end of the month, you stay broken Take the necessary measures, it's not that you want it, but you have to At least your kids will go to school with a belly full Flying for yourself, it's not like taking care of your family Who can understand when you haven't seen your hungry child Caught in gear, more than three months probation Everything will depend on your agent and his approval Another ticket, you will spend the winter in Florida In sandals, in a wing, everything includes Arsenville Today you're in a hurry, you might even have to hurry Still late for your meeting with the DPJ You have to fight your revenge, Marie Even if the bureaucracy stings like a moth in the swamp But you know you're humble, there's nothing like the maternal soul They can't take it, it's like an eternal flame If you think my words are hard Ask those who have lived it, they will tell you for sure It happened near your home, almost in your room Indifference and resentment still hurt or hurt the neck And in your darkest hours, don't forget, stay up Keeping hope is not that simple, especially when you doubt In the moments when you feel alone, tell yourself that they are listening Sometimes you have to take their hand and say to yourself, it's good She lived a different path You had to study hard to get these three classes Social service, all she wants is to be able to help people Her father tells her, it's not a choice, well, smart Girl from the region, the place is direct to the Moalus Her first lesson is not everything the Moalus have She is from an environment that is still said to be easy She has to accept their proposals and biased comments But you know, you looked into their eyes You understood the difference that a little gesture can bring It's hard for the moral, like the evening at the table While your family is enjoying themselves, you think of those who eat nothing When you see them tomorrow, they won't have eaten more Beyond the importance of my hunger, a good coffee doesn't depend on mousse You have to ensure the service, rain, snow or wind They act like big kids for this system that is wet If you think my words are hard Ask those who have lived it, they will tell you for sure It happened near your home, almost in your court Indifference and resentment hurt while listening And in the darkest hours, don't forget, stay up Keep hope, it's not that simple, especially when you doubt In the moments when you feel alone, tell yourself that they are listening Sometimes you have to take a tense hand and say to yourself, it's good