There is a place where no one meets Where discussions are silent but fun Houses with no number or streets , just incomplete Where memory is where the river run The water that passes the town is dry But still we drown in its stream, what does that mean It takes me down but is not to die but to discover the lie The finger we point the matter of guilt, That destroy what we built The finger we point that puts on the blame The bagage we carry with shame How can i be free no matter what surrounds me How can i talk when i want to or dont Responsibility is free, its taking place in me Loosing my face it has to be So as she waves him goodby As the waves take him out at sea Do you wonder why He is me The finger we point the matter of guilt That destroy what we built The finger we point that puts on the blame The bagage we carry with shame As the river runs dry and we wait for the rain As we built an human ark, body in pain The love we need to release and heal To find what is true and real The finger always points at you The eyes always look back The ears hear your voice The story is your choice The finger we point the matter of guilt That destroy what we built The finger we point that puts on the blame The bagage we carry with shame
