"they see us, and they feel the need to hold us,, Greed made the beauty disappear, float away, far away from those dirty hands."
It was such a beautiful tune, you wouldn't even realize how bad the lyrics were, how it sounded like they were letting out their anger but covering it up with a sweet sound.
"Our hearts, they played, our wings they shaped, taking our only freedom, oh our only way to touch the sky, so we went away, with our land, where we could finally play."
The voice slowly pulled to a stop, everyone cheering or still in their daze from loving the feeling of the person's voice. Yet they were in a rush, they took the money given to them and walked out.
"Let's go Jueng."
We left some coins on the table before quickly running out of the pub. There were so many people all over the place it was hard to see, until I saw the glim of the harp with the hooded person.
"Over there!"