from the tears that fall down through my cheeks,
trying to cope the overwhelming sadness,
reaching hope and trying to gasp through the shimmering fading light,
but fall hardly and fail to catch what's suppose to be mine.
on the ground hopeless and helpless,
with scratch and scars all over the body,
try to endure the pain by plastic smile,
looking for cure that would heal the wounds.
walking alone, looking around and thinking,
noticed a seed that lying there all along,
it's just a seed that will develop as a tree.
keep it close, hoping that the seed will grow,
be a tree that would be help me to reach the missing light.
all the care and attention were turn to the small seed,
focusing it to grow and help to reach the sky,
the seed grow, producing an air,
that heal the old scratch and scars.
addicted to the seed's air,
the light were forgotten,
wanting the seed for more,
craving that the seed would be more than a seed.
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