Out of blue , I remember the hungry children out there . Somewhere . I heard they ask God for help , ask people for the food and anything , but none of us actually do ''hear'' them . That's why I made this poem . Lord , protect them for danger . I seek for Your blessing for them . Let them taste the pleasure like what I had before .
This weird reverie
Has called you from the bestest dream
The soul feels chill and thrill
The heartbeat is uncountable
The world is empty but full of hatred
You let the dirt seeps under your skin
Escaping one more clean air
The curiousity of everything wrap you all over
and everyone never hear your sigh
There are billions of people
But none would care
Sigh of hungers out of here
Calling us for a help
People say life is a gift
But none rather value it
The straight path is forgotten
Blues come over and haunt you
Pulling out a joy
Sigh of hungers
Who actually care ?
Who actually hear ?
Has called you from the bestest dream
The soul feels chill and thrill
The heartbeat is uncountable
The world is empty but full of hatred
You let the dirt seeps under your skin
Escaping one more clean air
The curiousity of everything wrap you all over
and everyone never hear your sigh
There are billions of people
But none would care
Sigh of hungers out of here
Calling us for a help
People say life is a gift
But none rather value it
The straight path is forgotten
Blues come over and haunt you
Pulling out a joy
Sigh of hungers
Who actually care ?
Who actually hear ?
