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Are we just too weak
To follow Principles we set ourselves? Or are we just too strong To care If anyone respects? Life. The right to feel heart beating, To breathe, to love To feel, to grief. Everything we have Chained inside one word. But, I dont know why Blood keeps on asking blood; It seems theres not enough Room on Earth for everyone: Self-destructive species Losing our own heart. Freedom. The right to rise your eyes to sky To let thoughts inside go Bring them to your lips. Dignity is a valor That we are learnt to keep. Free mind, free soul Free human beings; Thats what all of them shout, Their voice is heard just anywhere Incredibly loud. But were just caught Beyond the masks we have We dont even want to throw Dont want to go away. Happiness. Can it be defined? From kissing a flower To ruling the world; It has so many forms. The right to happiness We say, And think weve said it all. Weve opened up a gate Few pass, so many want to But they are still outside, Satisfied with living Asking whats beyond. So many of our dreams Never been fulfilled. But, as theyre closing it Theyre showing us a gate. Thats the trinity We say we love so much Words just slip through lips Never we will touch.
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