UntitledHis sweet words playing like a song in my head.
These fireflies lighting up the sky
Teaching us how to dance.
Sleepless nights, thinking of you.
Wondering if you are the last piece to my impossible puzzle.
The locks are being locked
And the keys are throw away
Because I'm, I'm never going to let go.
Wake upDo you look out or in?
Wrecked clothes, covered with mud, living in plastic huts.
Walking miles and miles for 2 liters of polluted water.
I ask you; try to survive on that for a few days.
Don't you care?
Don't you think it hurts when ordinary cars drive past them, while they don't even own a bike?
These people live to die again, in the worst conditions we can't even imagine-
And yet, they find hope.
How do they find the strength to keep on holding tight, when the rest of the world is worried about themselves.
We living the luxurious life, so selfish, don't think, don't know. And every time we see one of them, we try to avoid them, or put on a disgusted expression.
You feel miserable, you are shocked, I can tell it hit your heart but you take no action, not even a step.
Let me be honest, these deprived people they are and will be the nicest people you'll ever meet.
So don't be egotistical and make a change.