Hear the voice of the oppressed
Hear the voice of the voiceless
To you they look up to
For them you are the only truth
Hear those whose hearts are torn
As they walk through the path of thorns
Help them survive through the storm
They are surrounded by my streetlight
But they know you are their greatest moonlight.
It could only be you.
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Hidden Treasures In Me
PoetryShe said I have a dream just like Martin Luther king had say, she wants to be her true self finding the hidden treasures in her hoping to make a difference. She know that there is only one her in this world.
