Archive | March 2014

Who Would’ve Known?

Who would’ve known
That when it unfolds,
Only lies would be shown
And the truth left untold.

Who would’ve known
That I’d live to grow
In a world so cold.
In a world so cold.

I walked by a child, a beggar, a lost soul.
His eyes had sparkled in rags full of holes.
And only yesterday had I passed a school nearby,
Where children were royal and their noses flung high.

I smiled at a florist for bringing all thy joy.
He didn’t smile back or stare at his stall.
I’d tell him his flowers light up hospitals, churches and balls.
He’d tell me it doesn’t pay much and his income just falls.

I helped an old lady who was struggling to cross.
She leaned on me gently and hated the fuss.
She told me her children had gone far away,
“They don’t know I’m ill,” in tears she would say.

I heard a little girl sing her song,
If I am correct, it was bing bang bong.
A little girl, with so much innocence,
Reciting lyrics ever so ridiculous.

And as they laid the world’s map on the ground,
I couldn’t tell where exactly I was bound.
For the earth looked whole, one and complete,
And it was hard to believe all what they speak.

But I’ve looked around and I have seen
The cruelty and viciousness the world has been.

And I rub my eyes, to let it all through.
Maybe they’re right, maybe it’s true.

Maybe bright youth are lost in the streets,
And maybe a florist has no dime to feed,
And maybe old ladies are left forgotten,
And maybe young girls have learnt how to rotten.

Who would’ve known
That when it unfolds,
Only lies would be shown
And the truth left untold.

Who would’ve known
That I’d live to grow
In a world so cold.
In a world so cold.

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