Unable to escape, from the world's snare,
A stray mind runs, here and there,
There's peace in the world, and here's your share,
Together let's sit, and work, on your heart's repair.
Look around, they'll never declare,
The burden's they carry, they are aware,
They'll never let you know, cause it's there's to bear,
Instead you'll see, the fake smiles, they wear.
In a closed room, they sit on a chair,
They uncover their face, it's filled with despair,
If only we could, sneak in, to hear their blare,
But how can we sneak, into a heart's prayer?
For sure in life, they do really care,
On things left behind, that we are unaware,
Just like you, they too would have prepared,
For a second chance, that flew away in the air.
I know this life, is so unfair,
It's better to ignore than to compare,
Let go off this life? Don't you dare,
A second chance is precious, thus rare.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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