Toffee or not toffee?

Am I black or am I white?
Do I have to hope or do I have to fight?
Do I have to look back, feel guilty,
To be born toffee?
I run away from society
To be myself finally.
I sit now in cold solitude
Listening to the silent prelude
Of my despair.

Juliette
Chloé
Sylvain
Vincent

Snowy

As I am looking at this war scene,
I wonder what the world will be like tomorrow
Men rise and fall like winter wheat
They try to survive in this ocean of snow
But nevertheless, their hearts are full of heat
One day, this blanket will melt without
wondering
wether the sky will reject the raven.
Is there a seat for me in heaven ?

Céline
Faustine
Yannick