Текст: Laura Izibor. What More Can They Do.

I've been dragged across the desert in my bare feet
With no food or water, with nowhere to sleep
Been ridiculed and abused, wrongfully accused
What more can they do to me?
What more can they do to me?

I've been looked out with no reason, with no reason why
Had to look straight into my enemy's eyes
Been stripped from my head to my toe, nobody seems to know
What more can they do to me?
What more can they do to me?

And they took the heart you beat with and they tore it down
They put all your dignity on the ground
Left you afraid and alone, the truth is still unknown
What more can they do to you?
What more can they do to you?

And they told you to go back where you come from
But you chose not to react, you chose to stay strong
And when they take everything away still forgiveness you pray
And what more can they take away?

What more can they do to you?
What more can they take away?
What more can they do to you?
What more can they take away?

What more can they do to you?
What more can they take away?
What more can they do to you?
What more can they take away?

What more can they do to you?
What more can they take away?
What more can they do to you?
What more can they take away?

I've been dragged across the desert in my bare feet
With no food or water, with nowhere to sleep