In this world of sorrow and pain,
Who are we to play this game?
What if it is all in vain?
What if we don't feel the same?
Why does the smile of a child fade?
We only grow older and afraid
of the regret that the image we had portrayed
became this sad, forgotten serenade.
Pride might be everything left in our soul
To sustain the fact that once we were hole,
Now we are lost and one part is missing,
It's that child's laughter, once wishing...
for a world without hatred, lies and pain.
So I ask you again - is everything in vain?
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