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