What if one day,
Luck is for the weak ones
For the teenagers in highschool
That get bullied every
Single
Day
For the kids that can't play
Because they have to work
And they don't even know
How to be young
For the adults that are getting
Threated like animals
For the older people around us
That simply are
Forgotten
For the unborn
That can't choose their home
For the people on our planet
That aren't that lucky
Who cry themselves to sleep quite often
That miss someone so much
They've lost themselves
In their search for happiness
Because after every hurricane
There are still drops
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
What if one day,
Luck is for the weak ones
For the teenagers in highschool
That get bullied every
Single
Day
For the kids that can't play
Because they have to work
And they don't even know
How to be young
For the adults that are getting
Threated like animals
For the older people around us
That simply are
Forgotten
For the unborn
That can't choose their home
For the people on our planet
That aren't that lucky
Who cry themselves to sleep quite often
That miss someone so much
They've lost themselves
In their search for happiness
Because after every hurricane
There are still drops
*We're up all night
To get lucky*
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