Our cries are their way
Our laughs cause their sad
Are we going to stay?
I think they'll never mind about that
From night until day
But we still stuck in the same raid
All of precious ways turn to grey
They have no heart to be laid
While they're enjoying their singings
Our breakfast done at supper
They may have strength with things
But we're stronger by suffer
But what they got is illusion
By the time they're in our position
Since people have their own portion
Sadly,
There will be no way even for regression
Cos will be too late for asking remission
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