Juveniles - Michigan

We’re suffering

Oh in this madness

Them let’s drive away

From our hearts we confess

No juveniles

We’re walking on broken glass

Now what’s left to say

More or less hours pass

It’s a beautiful night

We’re seeing

Wild horses on the fields

She stands here in white

We’re free

The sadness disappears

With certainty

I’ll give you a reason

You’ve awakened our souls

But the pain’s just begun

Then recovering

From these dark years

But it’s limited

We will never be free

It’s a beautiful night

We’re seeing

Wild horses on the fields

She stands here in white

We’re free

The sadness disappears