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Thinking of YOU

Here, I am in my room, warm and clean, with music playing on and on.
It takes me aback to think of you that knows nothing of what I just thought.
How I love to listen to music and be in my warm comfortable room.
How I struggle, waking up every morning because I feel no need to rush.

Why is it such a big deal? I am so ashame to say it is in this part of the world.


This is exactly what you don't know and would probably never know.
It takes so much courage to be who you are:victims of human tragedy.
I know you don't feel ashame of who you are,others should take that responsibility.

Did I tell you how easy it is to have this and that where I live?

how I can ask and recieve in a twinkle of an eye,just like the day kisses the night.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you the most difficult task in this part of the world:
Being yourself and not a product of a product created by a product called man.
It amazes me to see your smile shine so bright under that sparkling sun.

Why do you think it hurts me to hear the rich complain and the poor mourn?


Sister,I can't tell you how sorry I am everytime I take a bus to school.
It feels hypocrtical to say I care, because I realy want to.
How you end up getting to school before me, I ignore.
Perharps, because the subway never breaksdown.If it doesn't exist,it doesn't hurt.

ps: I am so sorry,please forgive me.

Brother,I know that you are not the man you thought you would become.
They took from you the pride that made you bold and confident,they shattered your dream.
I can't estimate the degree of your sorrows,those asked for and those offered.
when I don't see it,I hear it.

ps: I am so sorry,please forgive me.

I hear about the man who just died for standing up for justice.That is beautiful!
But I also hear of the man, who go from left to right, perpetrating atrocities in the name of revenge,war,tradition and custom.
How I wish I could reform those barbaric cultures put up to oppress the weak.

ps: I will not give up.

Today as I sit and listen to music, I can't help but to think of you.
You that I may never know.
The pains we share may be the eternal rope that ties us together.

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