a cold shivering night,
it's a heavy pour,
an old man spent his life,
sleeping on a heap of boxes,
torn socks,
i don't know,
whether he can survive or not,
it is a brutal life to live,
it is road fill with torn,
looking through the eyes of a government,
it's nothing,
a blind man may see a wisdom,
a wise man may see dignity,
we can see nothing,
cause the blind heart belong to us.
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