I pick up,
A clay doll from the ground,
I lift it high and see,
A broken face,
Smiling back at me...

I look around,
And find out to see,
More broken faces,
Smiling back at me, ..
I try to smile back at them,
Instead,
A tear,
A tear is all I had, to spare ,
For these broken people,
Whose smiles withers away,
Into pain.

What can I say?
For I'm broken,
My heart is too. .