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ㅤ𝐀 day will come when Death knocks on our door.
ㅤBefore then — not all of us will have learned,
ㅤThe real essence of life; to be, humane.
ㅤI cannot fathom the idea of living in vain
ㅤI must help the fallen, instead of turning away.
ㅤWe have eyes, yet pretend to be blind
ㅤThose who suffer, always look towards the sky.
ㅤThe good Samaritan hears someone else's cry.
ㅤFor the grieving souls, they are emissaries.
ㅤ𝑂𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚.
ㅤBecause some angels are born
ㅤ𝑊𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡.
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ㅤ𝐀 day will come when Death knocks on our door.
ㅤBefore then — not all of us will have learned,
ㅤThe real essence of life; to be, humane.
ㅤI cannot fathom the idea of living in vain
ㅤI must help the fallen, instead of turning away.
ㅤWe have eyes, yet pretend to be blind
ㅤThose who suffer, always look towards the sky.
ㅤThe good Samaritan hears someone else's cry.
ㅤFor the grieving souls, they are emissaries.
ㅤ𝑂𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚.
ㅤBecause some angels are born
ㅤ𝑊𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡.
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