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We are many voices
But we are one sound
The foreign element in a predictable world

One heart, one soul, one singular song
Drawing the line where we truly belong
Not because we are equal, or see eye to eye
But because of the truth that we can't deny
We are the friction, the weed in the field
The hidden resistance that refuses to yield

คุณมาจากพระเจ้า
อย่าลืมว่าคุณเริ่มต้นจากที่ไหน

One song — an echo of might
One mind — a beacon of light
We are the capsule, the healing break
The cure for the choices we used to make
Only a renewed mind can truly discern
The depth of the fire in which we burn

วิญญาณแห่งความจริง
It stays and it waits, it will not leave
A stranger’s voice that we learn to believe
In this holy friction, we finally meet

One song — an echo of might
Only a renewed mind can truly discern!
Start truly seeing!

The Foreigner
One Song
Discern