When will these slumbered words wake up?
To reach out to wrenched ones in a grimy club
When will the catastrophe of my mind be at peace?
Hoping the pessimistic thoughts to cease
When will my empty soul be filled with jubilance?
To know that you have more than an insurance
When will the missing puzzle piece be found?
Because all I want is to be safe and sound
When can I dauntlessly indulge love?
Still praying for that one from above
When will the ice that embraces my heart melt?
To have that burning desire inside that smokes scent
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