A rainy day came in our world
And stole what was left,
Of our last hope
Of a better world.
Bringers of hate,descend from sky,
They want to fight and stole our loves.
And in this battle each
Sometime you want it,
Sometime you feel it,
Sometime You want to catch it,
But you never think about find it!
A desire?...maybe
A dream?...can be
A thought?...possibly
Your guilty
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