Is a lonely soul

Ripped apart by the misery of life

Tossed to pain, A single sole

Seeking for a hand to thrive

And trend in the new path of life

Behind the mask

Is a mighty man

Slowlyand steadily ripped by loss

Stretch his wings for a help from life

Sad, no one mind his hands of tale

Stilled to hope of raising again

Shamefully life tore his wings apart

And whisper to him

Hope is not a grain of sand.

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