2 brittle tears
On the way
To those they wear
Thin.
On the way
Down my skin.
It is more water
Than they will drink.
It is more water
Than they will sink in.
I hate how
The world is lying
Now.
Saying this is ok,
It’s just the way how.
We have to support this.
We made a vow.
Our broken hearts
Are fallen down
To our feet.
But our hope will
Never deplete.
Our breaths are longer
Than yours, you see.
You will see.
They will be free.
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