From the top of the roof,
When I gaze at the hopeless horizon,
Clouded by the dust of uncertainty,
I feel the sorrow of thousands
Of angry souls in hungry bodies.

Why lonely is my soul?
In this world of no love
Where to the neighbor,
Nobody wishes good.
In a life, everybody awaits death.

Why so broken is my heart?
When in the face of the new-born
I see bloody tears but no fears.
Hope gone, Giving birth to despair.

Why so deep is my sorrow?
When my life compass Gets so broken,
With no fellow to bear a hand.
Though we call each other brothers,
On the road to find ourselves.

Paterne Freeman Shadowriter, As We Walk Through Life, Poetry Volume.

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