Dawn had kissed the Sun

Nightmare had been done
Cold breeze that touches their skin
Hunger had filled them
like what other may seem

Treacherous sky and smokey air
had filled their lungs ,
luggages on their pulmonary trails
are forging to go out,it sails

They are forced to moved
as if they are strong to be
Can't even handle a cough
think they also be soft

to kid eye there it lay
a hope to a freedom that their hearts had shout
from bloody adventure in sorrow and despair
has laid their abundance , it's unfair

Till the time has come..
I know there is
an instrument to their escape
to own their life and be safe

For there is always an end in a tight rope
and for every moment shall pass on
hold on tight for everyone is on fight
don't be out of sight.

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