A polluted city creates disposable minds.
A stolen book named How to Be Kind.
Within pollution, kids grow up blind.
No one flees from the crowd unless the surroundings become a black hole-never letting you become whole.
tried, cried, with a soft heart, never lied.
Love comes back in many forms, not as stars anymore.
The pollution makes everything blur.
Not as air the fresh one is costly, I couldn't afford it.
Never as heart, because love dies when it gets plucked.
But love comes back in the form of soft clouds and like raindrops in the desert.
Never as heart, because love dies when it can't breathe so polluted air.
A polluted city full of sins.
Every street a maze of scams.
A highly wealthy crowd of injustice-you have to crawl in.
Scattered glass and sharp pins.
A heavy heart races with numb limbs.
The road to home was never here, just the starting point to the end again and again.
Life is a circle full of circle draw in pain