Don’t you think it would be better,
If life began with treasures untold?
An infinite fortune to scatter,
For love, more precious than gold.

I’d give every coin, every gem in my palm,
To see their smiles, to feel their calm.
But here I stand, empty and bare,
A penniless soul gasping for air.

They toil, they strive, they chase their dreams,
While I drown in silent, stifled screams.
A burden I am, a weight to bear,
Their weary eyes show how much they care—
Out of duty, not love, not choice or will,
Just an anchor dragging them uphill.

I try...