we born at war,living with fear, hiding from our own shadow,running from our own nation,stay silent but full of scream,losing everything... and now history start over again
I feel sorry for our generation, for me and you ,yes for us for everything we could not just do,feel your hand in my hand walking through our city,nobody touch you as a human with hurt…
keep telling lies for staying alive…
never see your own family happy ,never have a idea about life and never share it in public, do not celebrate with out permission,even your own birthday,this is how I start, this is me…
if like to judge me judge me this way…
we do not cry because we keep ignoring , we live middle of ignorance
and I telling you this ignorance it is not blessing , i am not mad but do like to say thanks no more…
