In a Closed Room
My heart is not to share
Where is my heart, in my hair?
What heart, just an organ i cannot bear
How do you guys think you can get out
Am too tired to think, I'll rest a bit
The roof, the window or the closed route
Or we can just sit
Until when? The next drought
All i see is no hope, I've to admit
Now that you mentioned drought
I have some goodies that i brought, but only mine to keep
That's great you have food
We would not die
It's probably stale and rotten
Who wants that anyway
(Several hours later)
WE need to solutions
If you share the energy bars our MINDs may work
Now you are talking
Alright i will share
There is a key sitting in your little goodie bag, we should try it
Finally there is a LIGHT
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