In the Canvas of Life, Where Colors Bleed is a song in English
In the city's cold embrace, where shadows fall,
A tale unfolds of those who bear it all.
On streets of disparity, where dreams are sold,
Life spins a story, of the unjustly cold.
(Pre-Chorus)
In the alleyways of need, voices unheard,
The song of the poor, a relentless chord.
Born to a script, unfair and unjust,
In the theater of life, where dreams collect dust.
(Chorus)
Oh, the echoes of inequality,
In a world where justice seems a fantasy.
For the weary hearts, beaten and worn,
A symphony of struggle, in a world forlorn.
(Verse 2)
On sidewalks of despair, dreams take flight,
But poverty's chains pull with all their might.
In the lottery of birth, a cruel game,
A silent war waged, without a name.
(Pre-Chorus)
In the alleyways of need, voices unheard,
The song of the poor, a relentless chord.
Born to a script, unfair and unjust,
In the theater of life, where dreams collect dust.
(Bridge)
In the canvas of life, where colors bleed,
The hues of injustice, a bitter seed.
A script written by a hand unknown,
Where the seeds of poverty are deeply sown.
(Verse 3)
Through the cracks of the system, they navigate,
A silent protest against a twist of fate.
In the shadows they rise, against the night,
Chasing a sliver of hope, out of sight.
(Pre-Chorus)
In the alleyways of need, voices unheard,
The song of the poor, a relentless chord.
Born to a script, unfair and unjust,
In the theater of life, where dreams collect dust.
(Chorus)
Oh, the echoes of inequality,
In a world where justice seems a fantasy.
For the weary hearts, beaten and worn,
A symphony of struggle, in a world forlorn.
(Outro)
As the curtain falls on this uneven stage,
A plea for justice, in every age.
In the echoes of the dispossessed, let it be known,
The fight for fairness, in a world overthrown.