Hope.

people say they want to be me,
the word so hard to recognize,
so different according to others,
and so familiar with respect to me.

people say they want my life,
Life which they are unaware of,
With all the ups and downs
it lies der living in solitude,
Life they hoped for,
was still unfamiliar with what all that lies inside.

people say they want to become me,
not the aim or ambition,
but being the part of my sorrow/joy,
For what they dont know,
the race i am living.

I want to break it all,
and tell the world,
if u want to be me,
stand on your own,
receive what is given without delays.

People I am with you,
I live within the day and night,
World I am the hope u wished for.

hope

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