People, walking the streets
With beautiful smile on their faces
But with flicking thoughts of despair
Taking the day's order
They walk all alone, abandoned
In the midst of terrifying thoughts
Sometimes they cry aloud when it's too hard
To bear, how they wish they weren't born
Their hope, almost drowned away
By the sand of nothingness
Miming the rhythm of desolation
Always awake counting stars amid shadows
You see them laugh aloud
At the least of funny talks
But a way of taming every bit of cruelty
Life has on them, imposed, crummy indeed
It's all a façade I know
Just a little step further
Will bring the turnaround yet wanted
Patience is all that is required.
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