Before the crack of dawn,
Arise ample of hope for all beings.
I see birds whispering near lawn;
In the wonderful morning of spring;
I call to mind those cheering memories.
Once it gave sparkling light in my life,
Just like ever shining Sun,
Take moment to give up the ghost with a tiny knife.
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People grant false promises, I call it’s a crime.
People enforced to accept as reality, it’s their ability.
Innocent people go through; just they are poor, suffer until the end of time.
Ought we to have all those sufferings? Can’t we build amity?
I keep in mind those lovable fake words, as if from their inner core.
“I promise will never hurt you Mother” I care you.
At this moment they disappear drumming my heart without cure;
Before the dusk comes I stand devoid of fear.