Why should I close my eyes when I’ll open them up?
Why should I sort out problems if I am fed up?
Every day is a torture ‘cause I see you suffer
And I can’t give a hand when you sink deeper
Sleeping on the clod street, you can’t believe
Rich hands saying “do not grieve”
But giving nothing, neither their words
No-one listens to you and it hurts
Your dreams are living in a pray
But they are still far away
You want see the words not saying
You can’t give more from nothing
Cracked sky, broken hearts
Can’t see clearly due to lies
Hoping in vain, waiting in vain
It’s a shame to wake up again
Dig deeper to feed the fear of waking up
Cut it longer to give up
Or show to everyone you’re strong enough
To wake up in spite of it is so tough.
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This was very powerful and beautiful
I liked it very much
-Julliee
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