My Race from Secrets by Roro Tomaso

In this court, I stand alone.
Facing the truth, the seeds I've sown.
Every choice, a heavy weight,
Now I’m here, it’s too late.

The gavel falls, the verdict clear,
No escape from the path I steer.
In this moment, I must face
The consequences of my race.

Whispers linger, the past won’t fade.
Memories haunt the price I’ve paid.
With every breath, I feel the chains.
Bound by the choices, bound by the pains.

The gavel falls, the verdict clear,
No escape from the path I steer.
In this moment, I must face,
The consequences of my race.

No more running, no more lies,
In this courtroom, truth never dies.
I stand my ground, I take my stand.
Facing the judgement, I understand.

In this moment, I must face

The consequences of my race.

In this moment, I must face

The consequences of my race.

• Dance
• House
• Pop
• Trance
• Uplifting Trance. Melodic Trance
• dance
• electro
• percussion
• pop
• trumpets
• Switzerland