The Life
Our cries are their way
Our laughs cause them sad
Are we going to stay?
I think they'll never mind about that
From the night until the day
We still stuck in the same raid
All of the precious ways turn to grey
They have no heart to be laid
While they're enjoying their singings
Our breakfast done at suppers
They may have strength with things
But we're stronger in suffers
But what they got is illusions
Since people have their own portion
By the time they're in our position
Sadly,
There will be no way even for regression
Cos will be too late to ask for remission
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