Too many ears for loud club music,
But none to share a secret with.
Society so hungry for our sorrows & miseries,
To dance 'n laugh as we weep.
Secrets be decaying our vulnerable hearts,
As sickness detriments our healthy being.
We can't voice out - judgment will take part.
Tears 'n sadness to our loved ones it will bring.
If onLy there was that ear,
That judges not or cries as we share-
Our sorrows, miseries, sicknesses and fears
But keeps them as secrets till death.
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