If you are shattered, don’t be dismayed.
Cry if you want to, nothing to be ashamed.
If you fly too high, you’re bound to be crashed and burned.
You called pride a friend, but where is he now?
Does he bring you your dreams?
Does he provide you with food?
Do your dreams satisfy your hunger?
You will soon realise that morning is the hardest time.
Getting up and walking on broken glasses.
The pain makes you wish not to ever be waking up again.
We all have our own masks to put on.
But we have to put off our masks eventually.
Do not pretend that you are strong, you are not.
I am here not to laugh at you.
I am here because we face a common enemy.
I am here because I am still picking up my own pieces.
If we stick together, we might make it through.
You are not the first and you will not be the last.
Generations will come after you with their own sorrows.
But a mended broken heart will last.
Broken dream will lead you to other dreams.
Dreams that you will never thought of dreaming.