by Sean Hollick
Struggling for an identity
In a world of pain
A dying society
With nothing much, left to gain.

Death and starvation, it's such a waste
Children without shoes, livinging the street
Neglected, unprotected, without sight or taste
Old ones left alone, forgotten, to die without heat.

Finding a way out
Forever falling, so hard to cope
Never knowing what it's really about
Lost in an abandoned world, hanging on the last thread of hope.


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