Maybe there’s a world hidden,
from scornful eyes of WE,
Where echoes electric laughter,
And compassion runs free.
Bestowed with immense power of love,
Yet WE choose to burn,
Acidic words, bathed in blood,
Drowning in a lost cavern.
Feel the slow lub-dub of heartbeat,
When someone yearns to live,
the lone screams of depressed,
Or warm breath on cold streets.
Spreading smiles don’t cost a thing,
WE need a little more cheer,
And then maybe you would too,
Wipe away few tears.
When fall the walls of animosity,
To awakened voices, do listen!
You might hear a whispering heart,
Gently mending the broken.
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