What is love?
When the streets are my home,
Looking for a miracle from the man above
But that storms be; in misery I forever roam
What is peace?
If my heart knows no virtues
Could crime and wars come to cease
If the world remain heartless like statues
What is happiness?
If the tears that I cry
They are a reflection of my craziness,
Though they painfully fall they never dry.
I am searching for answers that may far be found
To mend my heart, with me, so the world would be proud.
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