All these trips

Round and round the sun

I wonder what it’s for

I wonder when it’s done.

People just don’t see you

Hurting as they are

Heads so heavy laden

A glimpse seems just too far.

And so we walk on by

Missing sister, brother,

And we rarely see

The hearts inside each other.


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