Masked souls.
They burn inside but they don't show tears
They keep smiling so that you won't notice
They hurt themselves for others to shine
Blood related or strangers they live for all
They never choose colors as they are allergic to racists
They detest comfort and hate spoiled brats
They love earning from their sweat and giving smiles
You say hi and the next thing you realize is love whirling in the air
You wonder why they doing it but they ask for nothing in return
With others they forget their sorrow but alone
At night is when it all comes back
Like a wrecking ball hitting them so hard
The pillow is their only shoulder
Catching their tears and getting socked
For them to unload the heaviness from their inner soul
For a new tomorrow to find peace and love
As they unite fire and fuel for knowledge missing all along
Teaching them they can't create a flame when one is absent
Togetherness wins all!
Copyright 2015.
Inspired by those who live but for others.
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