Together
When times are bad,
and odds are against us,
situation's rough and life's hard,
then there's only one way of survival. Alone is death.
We have to look out for each other,
care for each other and live like a family.
We cry,
we share,
everything we do,
we do together.
Burning room during day,
seems quit comfortable,
when we watch a movie together.
People here are from different cultures,
different background,
yet we all synchronize so well together.
Bad times that people often wants to forget,
but when lived together ....
like this, becomes memories that-
one would like to remember instead.
Yeah, there's one thing that i would-
personally like to remember.
At nights it was very hot down there-
inside rooms so we used to sleep-
at rooftops in the open to seek.
The sky,
the stars,
the wind,
and the moon.
Never had, dreamed bad, up there.
Can not forget, something like that.
I think somehow,
good times, they were.
With us, together.
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