EYES
Eyes open with the sun.
Seek now for the truth.
Lost are the dreams.
How many innocent eyes
in the hot afternoon
with lashes burned are tired...
sweating ...
trying to quench
their endless thirst.
But eyes still remain closed.
Blind to all the poor...
Each day new faces arrive.
Eyes open with the sun.
Seek now for the truth.
Lost are the dreams.
How many innocent eyes
in the hot afternoon
with lashes burned are tired...
sweating ...
trying to quench
their endless thirst.
But eyes still remain closed.
Blind to all the poor...
Each day new faces arrive.
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