No home
No water or food
Not enough sleep
And you still walk
No mother
No friendship
No form of love
And it's what you still talk
Not enough to survive
Not enough to ever excel
Nothing but sorrow
And you still treat people well
They have it all
More then they could ever imagine
Yet wickedness is what they always yell
What they did with being privileged will lead to their defeat
It's amazing they had the dream
And you out of all survived walking with no shoes on your feet.
Wonder. Question. Be in touch.
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