So much beauty can hurt -
So, we’re crawling in the dirt,
Here, there, all the time
As if living is a crime.
Fugitives in our pride
Having fear as good bride,
Hiding love in our souls,
Watching for the sneaky owls.
Too much sadness, too much hate -
Maybe it is out fate,
Doomed we are across the age -
No step outside the cage.
Look, a shadow in the dark
Unveiled by a lousy bark,
Is your voice? Or is it mine…
Step right now outside the line -
Dear to look and face the sky,
Smile and now forget to cry,
No more tears for the worst,
Be then happiness your thirst!
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