Stabbed By The World We
Lived In
Here I am, looking at
the nightsky, singing,
while rubbing my chest,
peacefully thinking.
"Heal the world,
make it a better place.
for you and for me and
the entire human race."
A song that makes me
hold unto my stand,
To offer my self and
reach out my hand.
The melody is keeping me
awake, alive,
I will wholeheartedly
help for this world to survive.
But I guess, maybe, I am
losing the hope.
I'm already dead inside,
I won't need a rope.
I'm getting tired, I am
always running weak.
Stabbed by this world,
been so sick.
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