We call them cool...those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
and risk the tables being turned
We call them fools ...who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
that always comes with getting burned
But you've got to be tough
when consumed by desire
cause it's not enough just to stand outside the bier
We call them strong...those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall
We call them weak....who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all
They're so hell-bent on giving
walking a wire
convinced it's not living
if you stand outside the fire
Standing outside the fire, standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
There's this love that is burning ....deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get out of control
Wanting to fly...higher and higher
I can't abide, standing outside.......the fire
Standing outside the fire, standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire, standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire, standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
Garth Brooks
Bonne nouvelle chez les autochtones Batwa du Burundi
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La scolarisation des enfants Batwa laisse à désirer alors que l’éducation
reste la seule clé d’ouverture et de garanti au développement de la
communauté....
13 years ago
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