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I lost my way back home to thousands footsteps puzzled all over the ground
Rain and stormy nights became my shelter

I searched for my mother from those crowded eyes
But non of them fit the title of motherhood

Instead i filled their hearts with heavy rain
Their fake emotions watered my face as they went away

Even friends didn't seem to struggled to face me in the lowest ground
Their words pierced my heart with anger

Searched tears in their eyes but their faces were filled with joy
In that moment I saw my reflection drying like the smell of rain

The yellings of the street coexisted with the hatred that burned within my heart
And each moment teared my faith

Even dreams were neither this heartless
Only the sun's greetings were in my grasp

After it was gone so was all of my memories.