Today Neda became became a part
Of the sorrow of our heart
She died on an Iranian Street
Life so young, her face so sweet
On her lips died a plea
Let my people be free
Her fathter whispering Neda don't be afraid
Allah has placed his hand on your head
Now Neda lies in the street dead
her blood flowing so red
her face will never leave our head
Her fathter whispering Neda don't be afraid
Allah has placed his hand on your head
Sunday, June 21, 2009
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