You just cannot deny,
A fallen pain in the eyes of hunger,
One that hurts you to look at,
But feel the truth in you,
The uplifting peace in feeding a child of the streets,
You're what not to him, just feel that.
I've thought for long,
That there wasn't a greater sorrow,
Than to see a dream murdered not once but twice,
But now I've somehow come to realize,
There ain't simpler happiness, than to feel,
Having someone to share those tears in my eyes.
Forsaken were those, I feel,
With no guardian or angel,
To watch over their tiny feet;
But bravery it is, and rewardedly so,
To depend & survive,
On the benevolence of the world,
That so kindly obliges.
To not be loved back, or simply unloved,
Isn't fair, ethereal or humane,
Undoubtedly so..
But to finally be able to heal,
And live on,
Is a miracle in itself.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
You just cannot deny,
A fallen pain in the eyes of hunger,
One that hurts you to look at,
But feel the truth in you,
The uplifting peace in feeding a child of the streets,
You're what not to him, just feel that.
I've thought for long,
That there wasn't a greater sorrow,
Than to see a dream murdered not once but twice,
But now I've somehow come to realize,
There ain't simpler happiness, than to feel,
Having someone to share those tears in my eyes.
Forsaken were those, I feel,
With no guardian or angel,
To watch over their tiny feet;
But bravery it is, and rewardedly so,
To depend & survive,
On the benevolence of the world,
That so kindly obliges.
To not be loved back, or simply unloved,
Isn't fair, ethereal or humane,
Undoubtedly so..
But to finally be able to heal,
And live on,
Is a miracle in itself.
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