Raincoats aren’t there to protect us
Thousands of cars are crashing into the many dangerous ditches
from the risky roads.
Thousands of hearts
that keep bleeding
Thousands of shards
Thousands of scars
Thousands of shreds.
When will this world create her mercy for us?
I don’t know
But just look at me..
Yes, the nails are wounding our feet
The killing smog is greeting us treacherously
Underneath our morning sheet.
Yes, the fire sparks are hurting us
Are stabbing into our sensitive flesh
The wounds appearing new and fresh.
Yes, it’s raining wooden splinters
A nightmare for our fragile fingers.
Yes, the blood is streaming out of our veins
The world wants us to sink in sadness.
But love, despite this cruelty
Are you prepared yet,
To stay in my embrace?
And would you stare at me
Like you did the last time with
Our warm hearts and their safe race?