Pretty little faces, with smile reaching their eyes,
the cold hearted ones, who ignore others cries,
the ignorant group of people, always truth they deny,
those who chose to live in fantasy, and in dreams chose to fly.
Who is here so right,
to declare others wrong?
Whoever wins the fight
is he only strong?
The world exits in parallels,
but we chose to see only one.
We are blinded by our self imposed shell,
when all is said and done.
A stranger more dear,
than your dearest friend.
An unexpected person who
holds your hand till the end.
The judge of others character,
himself failed by his judgement.
life is infact too long,
to have a hated enemy or to have a dearest friend.
Cause the hands that once held you,
may no longer be yours to hold.
The warmest smiling faces
will one day, turn cold.