In my little imagination
I wondered and pondered in restlessness
The world looking bright and promising
Become bleak and gloomy
With people fighting many wars in their souls
With fears smearing and burning like coals
With words and actions
Clamouring for each other’s attention
Life is nothing but a bitter sweet symphony
Just like a tide we rise and fall
How then shall men’s carcass lie desolate?
And their emotions become dunghills
We owe nature a lot and we cannot pay it all
Life is what living no matter what we face
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