Roads of Pavement, became blood stained memories Of children who never got the chance to live like children Of women carrying babies that never got a chance to breathe
Of a lost people, left with no alternative but to leave
Torn t-shirts and dismantled homes
Chard skin fills the air
This is no game of Truth or Dare
This is life, a struggle, sadness with a lack of a much needed happiness
"We continue to push our faces to the pavement and pray
Help is on its way.. "
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