If everywhere is destroyed
People lost their jobs
Their houses and their dear ones
It’s too sad but its real
Our lives became cheaper than our needs
We’ve lost so long ago the right of having a dream
The stony patience got so tired
Giving hands are so far
Deprived lived a life surrounded with aches
Ah alone more than the loneliness itself
Worshiping the light
How its hard
Living the dark
Hops have got suicide
If the fear is ebbed our hearts
How living is hard
when its lived just like standing at the edge of the life
Waiting with fear the storm when it’ll blow our side
To drag us down.
Who knows how it feels
Living alone with woes of war here
With parents older and weaker than my fears
And what about my dreams I’ve lost them there somewhere
Yet I couldn’t bury them to say the last seldom
To hug them for the last time
To carry them and sing mother’s song for the child that I never had
To cry as much as I can may my tears would be able to ease down the sadness of my heart
My yearning to those lost ones
Ah woes are still yelling for those deprived heart desires.
And how its hard to put a fake smile on the face
Living each day with prayers
Waiting tomorrow to be better and the best
The gratitude itself is blamed.
And what else?
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