Yes,
They are forgetting,
Those tiny bits that they replace with another happiness,
The cost of the irreplaceable are nothing but full of darkness,
Blinded with desires and idiocy,
Wealth and power,
Making the headlines and be the talk of town,
But what is it that went missing that they replace,
I could have told them but with a hit on the head,
I have warned them all along before it went away,
Before it was all gone,
Millions of time i keep telling the same,
And what is it that in the end of it,
Regrets and tears that was seen,
A forgiveness that you wail for,
And a death that you can never cure with money nor power,
It was too late for anything,
The parent that they thought of nothing,
It was actually the beginning of a home.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
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