Behind the curious freckles
And beside the anxious look
There still is left some faith
There still is left some hope
At the crack of dawn
Will heave the relief
With a smile may be
Presenting self a gift
Overcoming the concerns
And learning to breathe again
That fresh air of trust and love
And exhaling all that pain
Reckoning the joy and gratitude
Towards being a lesser inferior
Being loved is not always being heard
Its also letting go without any fear
Grating the heart for no faults of it
Isn't a kind thing, brutal to yourself
This life for sure, will not come back again
Let love be the only reason for your dwell
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Inane
And beside the anxious look
There still is left some faith
There still is left some hope
At the crack of dawn
Will heave the relief
With a smile may be
Presenting self a gift
Overcoming the concerns
And learning to breathe again
That fresh air of trust and love
And exhaling all that pain
Reckoning the joy and gratitude
Towards being a lesser inferior
Being loved is not always being heard
Its also letting go without any fear
Grating the heart for no faults of it
Isn't a kind thing, brutal to yourself
This life for sure, will not come back again
Let love be the only reason for your dwell
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Inane
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