Oh yes!
I’ve seen worse.
This won’t break me.
A new dawn I must see.
Hungry stomachs on worn mattresses
Nightmares and unfulfilled dreams
Bugs for company, rats for security
As inside a rugged torn blanket
We hid from our miseries
To dream a new chapter to our life stories
Oh yes!
I’ve seen worse.
This won’t break me.
A new dawn I must see.
Rumbling stomachs upon shaky feet,
as its deprived worms curse it
before their hungry writhing
makes ‘em accept anything
leading man to eat like pig
three meals a day his ‘living big’.
Oh Yes!
I’ve seen worse.
This won’t break me.
A new dawn I must see.
Worn souls clinging to dying dreams
despairing hearts and doubting minds
feeding off a feeble spirit
withered by its hopelessness
scarred by countless sufferings
and the rough battles of wills:
to fight or to surrender,
to win or to lose,
to live or to die,
to dare or not to?
Of the hardships I’ve met yet,
Choosing will be the worst.
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