9/21/2018

Blinded


Those smiles that covers all
Pounding hearts as she slip and falls
Her pain inside that we cannot see
Tears travelling the face
in finding what love is

Building up life all alone
Her sacrifice is something we cannot buy
All the lengthening smiles
all the sweats she pours behind
we couldn't understand,
Still.

Crawling into her world
and now we knew
How many nights full with sadness
How many days filled with hope
Yet she still fighting on her own
to find happiness within the darkness

That we cannot seek
and cannot give
Because we have blinded by this poor city.

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