Poor Thing
My dream as a man
is to wake up with a pan
under my bed full of soup
but to eat without no group.
After the good meal
I believe prayers is a good deal
And my wish continue to grow
with the prayers i know
I pray to always have
but i cant share a halve
of all my belongings
and i live a life of prolonging
I wish this dreams can be cured
But nothing happens and my poverty is secured
I cry everyday praying and saying
my dreams are always failing
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