As I look at it, I often wonder,
Why no one sits on the broken stone bench with enough room
But broken things like broken people lie unwanted.
Like the ugly faces with the golden hearts
The caravans of life skips over them
Devoid of human touch they stand morooned
A flagged symbol of ugliness
Standing aloof..................... rejected
Crying for warmth !!!
Why no one sits on the broken stone bench with enough room
But broken things like broken people lie unwanted.
Like the ugly faces with the golden hearts
The caravans of life skips over them
Devoid of human touch they stand morooned
A flagged symbol of ugliness
Standing aloof..................... rejected
Crying for warmth !!!
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