Back to the times from where all it starts
Teary the eyes,when our loved one departs
Seeing people beg a common man yells still none to help
There's scarcity of love, scarcity of hope
Seeing helplessness of people comfort elopes
times are tough but we're not meant to give up
Some stuck as if in a dungeon some can't breathe shortened on oxygen
Some playing on political agendas, some busy...