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Aug 2017
You lost, ilost
baby we were never gonna win

live up, don’t yet give up
the lights were only dim

spark them, make them brighter
in this cave of darkness, hang them a bit higher

turn them on, make it shine
all these scattered thoughts shall soon align

all these voices, making noises
let them be quite

control this anger, give it direction
work hard, be polite

let’s fly, roll the dice
at least try, together we rise

quit this misery, escape the bars
Oh darling! the victory was always ours.
Muhammad Owais Siddiq
Written by
Muhammad Owais Siddiq  Riyadh
(Riyadh)   
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     ---, Jungdok, Born and Olaleye Gift Emmanuel
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