Cry

A cry for the people we’ve lost,
A silent is the least to give,
It should always be a must,
For we are lucky to live,
A thank you for every step,
For there are people who fight for us,
We owe them a debt,
And the least we can do is smile.

A cry for the people in despair,
Living their life by a hair,
Every door they knock snares,
Every snake they find glares,
Never able to move a step,
Wondering when they last slept,
Surrounded by a river of curses,
Never been near nurses,
Hands reaching out for the sky,
While we live so high.

A cry the soul that lost,
A dream shattered in glass,
For it was a must,
And now it dies like grass,
As nature cries at last,
For us to remember our pain,
To never forget our past,
They have something to gain,
And we should give it to them,
A smile for the days to come,
For it will be a gem,
And you will help some.

A cry for your scars,
Tears brighter than stars,
As they run past time,
Relief will have it’s climb,
No worries for what’s to come,
You should never be numb,
Look fate in the eye,
And remember your cry.