Tomas' Lament

The poor do not have magic

Girls do not have magic

Girls do not do music

What kind of world is that?

The rich deserve that power?

Girls should not have hope?

Girls should not express themselves through art?

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What kind of world is that?

I climbed a tree

The other kids looked up at me

"Come down!" they would always yell

I climbed back down

But the kids still told

Why should I get in trouble for listening when I can just stay up there?

I am grown now but the world did not grow with me

So I hide my true face

I hide my identity

I hide behind Tomas

I let him talk for me

I let him sing for me

Until the world will see

The me behind the me I let them see