In the end, we are growing, people
Trying to make something out
Of the cracked life handed over to us
By the ones before us
Do not blame us, we are just hurting people here
Trying to fake a smile and sometimes
It gets overwhelming and we go off the grid
In the end, we are like kids
Learning to walk - falling and tripping
Like it's our first time - it's actually our first
When you see us sinking deep in the canals
You can at least reach out, call our names
Call us to the light again
These you can at least do
Without hurting us and you
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
10.084 SRY