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Jos, 2021
Unsure footsteps on doubtful ground
Innocence, sounds of the night
On high ground,
Tramping through slush
Lush wasteland far as eyes see.
Unsure smiles on open faces, our hearts bare.
Adorned with the bruises of adolescence,
We're unsafe...
Innocence, sounds of the night
On high ground,
Tramping through slush
Lush wasteland far as eyes see.
Unsure smiles on open faces, our hearts bare.
Adorned with the bruises of adolescence,
We're unsafe...
