Volumes of stories yet untold
Millions of secrets to unfold
So many
shoulders hostile and cold
So many
lives put on hold
Unnoticed
tears no more escape the eye
Heart full of
pain faces deny
So many
feelings bought and sold
So many lives
put on hold
Soul that
trapped the grief inside
Is nothing
but a leaf that dried
Such is the
saying by the wise and old
Go tell them;
in a world where
They
assassinate the bold
Life is
cheaper than gold
To commit
crime, children’s mind they mould
SO MANY LIVES
ARE STILL PUT ON HOLD
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