The fallen

I feel they suffer

The fallen

I feel they suffer

What does it mean that someone’s born to be a loser?

Addicted to materials and hidden sick abuser

Don’t you realise but the nectar use ya

You think about yourself that you’re the judge and everyone’s accuser

Despise the people as easily as others breathe

But not all soils are good for planting seeds

You’re proud of yourself because you always win

But there are many souls who can’t catch the winds

The fallen

Prays

I feel they suffer

Unfortunates

Fears

Doesn’t count on other

Who can’t live this life

With its rules

Hide in the dark

Insecure

Fight to stay alive

Day by day

Longing for understanding

Help them stay

Who can’t live this life

With its rules

Hide in the dark

Insecure

Fight to stay alive

Day by day

Longing for understanding

Never throw away…

What does it mean that someone will never be a winner?

All of her life is just a fight and a suffer

Born to the wrong place, she’s a bullet not a trigger

Everywhere she goes she leaves a broken mirror

Another humiliation each and every workplace

Her relatives don’t know that she exists

Her only company is an unfailing checklist

The only faith of her is in her habits

The fallen

Prays

I feel they suffer

Unfortunates

Fears

Doesn’t count on other

Who can’t live this life

With its rules

Hide in the dark

Insecure

Fight to stay alive

Day by day

Longing for understanding

Help them stay

Never throw away…

Help them stay

Never throw away…

Help them stay

Never throw away…

Help them stay

Never throw away…

Help them stay

Never throw away…

Help them stay

Never throw away…

Help them stay