LIFE

THE EYES SEES A LOT

BUT THE HEART IS SO BLIND

HOW WILL YOU KNOW WHAT YOU OWN

WHEN YOU CANNOT SURVIVE BY YOUR OWN BREATH ALONE

LIFE'S NEVER BEEN SO FINE

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND

This poem is about: 
Our world

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