The sore eyes had seen just a half of the world,
He live under old roof and hiding,
But it safe enough to provide his needs for living,
When there's a foot try to get into his roof,


He dare to dream but never will rule by name,
He said betrayal afford him a fire,
But new pair of his eyes had witness everything,
When he knows there's a road of promises,
That could bring him to the top of the world,


The name he was dreamed for,
Become his biggest and highest wall,
Between "yes" or "no",
The wall will be upright or collapsed,
Only his answer will be his voices now,


And here he smiled and nodded,
"I dare to dream but I never said to dare to across the lines",
It's not my fault to born as "the lines",
But it was my expensive present from the sky,
And I cannot across it even just for a dream,


A pair of his sore eyes had fills with lies,
From every corner and space,
And he gave the sunshine smiles,
Yet another name had shook his eyes,
And the answer just remain the same,


"The world is not like you see",
"The corner isn't same like yesterday"
"The roof isn't safe enough to protect you"
"The lines will always be your hero"
"The more you saw ,The more you realize"
This is me ,
The "sore eyes that fills with lies"




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