POEM:-
It's like When our mother sends a child off to war,
they dont know they're ever going to come back,
you know.
How can we look at such things happening and not you know,
want to do something?
I can return my head and pretend if we dont see it, you know?
I cant sense people with pain,
and pretend that this is not there.
It's like When our mother sends a child off to war,
they dont know they're ever going to come back,
you know.
How can we look at such things happening and not you know,
want to do something?
I can return my head and pretend if we dont see it, you know?
I cant sense people with pain,
and pretend that this is not there.
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