As i sit do i think,
As i write, had i thought,
Why no gain for the less priviledged,
Whom do we cry to.

Is what we are going through a blessing,
blessings comes in disguise,
i sit reminiscing,
hell on earth,
Is this joke a dream,
Is there hope.

Cant we change things ourselves,
Is any person God? do i ask,
If no then why do we fear,
Oh, life, sweet oh life,
such a hell we have seen,
is these earth or a dream.

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