Beside mySelf


Lost in senselessness

Seven days

Every week

Tranquility outside

Restless in the mind

Faceless are the sorrows of the novelty to be

There’s a young old face beside of me


Do you see the blood

Behind their tears

Over days

Every year

Don’t you see blood

Behind their tears

It can’t be


Why don’t you take a second glance

To see what’s really there

Take a guess on the road

It’s leading towards

And see the pain

Behind a face

Stop by and help?

Too much of a grace!


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