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"Buried Dream"

Yesterday, i stood on hill of life
And i saw numbers of people
Some are of old & feeble
While some are of young & vibrate

Then my sight drove through a distance & windup at lives
And i saw stars who could shine more brighter than Duncan Phyfe
Dwelling in sixes & sevens in a city of despair
With each new dawn draw them close to grave with potentials they never discover

But why do they close the book when bad things happen in their lives?
Instead to turn the page & begin a new chapter
Why are they still...