Genre: hurt, dark, death, sad
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When I was happy
I didn’t bother to care
that people are dying, orphans are crying
I satisfied that I am here…
Here so happy and cherish and good
But still I wish for more,
But what about the beggars on street
or people who died ashore..
I am so happy but still I am crying
that so much I didn’t get
Think about the soldiers who die
Their funerals don’t have a bed
Blood is shed, sacrifices made
It’s how they leave their loved
So when I compare them with my life
I am happy and its not so hard…
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