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The face of a pale child
a thin layer of skin
they cry silently every night
for a luck
that they could never, ever find

The world seems a vague place to live
sinister and hopelessness
can be found on the streets
innocence seems to be shattered
impish people ruled over the world

A world made of hatred and vain,
of selfishness and greed,
of injustice and prejudice,
how come in this world,
we can still live?

If God would save us,
when will that be?

Fear is the only fuel
for every prayer
Disaster is the only way
for us to get better

Lives have been taken
but will ne'er be forgotten
to them,
birds sings the beautiful song.
To them,
we should mirror our souls