As time ticks, hours turns into days, can they still hope on?
Do they still ever get a chance to smile, where does their destiny really lie?
A soul so empty, yet so pure they carry
The sufferings we go through yet are still unending.
So much laughs for the rich, while the heart of the poor still bleeds.
Stern faces, so cold, these kids could hardly cheer
No matter how hard they try to stand, they still end up in a chair.
Barely nothing to eat, can't even shelter these smiling ribs
They get a glance at hope, you can see their bright cheese.
I can only wish and pray that these sorrows be by gone,
The future of these kids have been stalled in a dungeon.
- MIKADO.
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