all the people, all those people,
so many people,
pain and joy!
everyday, so much suffering around me,
how much can I take?
how many times must I wash this skin a day?
sliding
losing contact
umbilical cord wrapped around a lost dream.
And then I look at you...
What else can I do, but feel grace?
I am a lucky one!
But I do care, and I will defend you,
you will always be a true hero to me.
