Perspectives

​We stood on the same platform

Our wounds as fresh and deep

Went through the same hell, 

Would they ever believe?

Hands were bare

Pitter patter rain

Gave us a clearer view 

Boiled the blood in our veins.

So why is it so, 

We went on different paths, mate? 

Where I chose hope, 

You fed your soul on hate.

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