Searching
for the light in the dark
Like in the
night with hope to awake
As in each
beginning of dawn
For most
people in this world it is not fun.
The
shoulders are drooped with weight of darkness
And praying
in the sanctum for Angel to bless
For not all
the gold in this world
But to
soothe our bodies from anger of hunger.
So empty
streets could filled with life
With dreams
of people taking shape
As without
the bare essentials
It is like
ship is sailing without sails.
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