They are not as bright
The stars have lot less shine
The sky appears too much light
No laughs but a cold night
Sounds unknown waiting for a role
The world so slow
That now emotions overthrow
Save me from this
The cries and mirth
Endure too much too young
Let me flee with some numb
I feel it creeping on me
Fear washing oversea
But its not me hanging out
Someone else deeds turning waste
Is this what we call faiths play?
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