You always ask if I really love you,
To tell the truth sometimes I feel I do,
And sometimes I feel we’re complete strangers,
Roaming like two unfamiliar rangers.
We beelong to two different mentalities,
Even worse two conflicting loyalties.
We always magnify our differences
And like to hide behind our defenses.
For a second we are love incarnate,
The next, alas, we can’t communicate.
Our world is like a bubble, a balloon,
Or a web that collapses very soon.
Sometimes we seem to be like two quiet straems
Flowing side by side like happy, sweet dreams,
Later on we behae ferociously
And hurt each other though unconsciously.
Whatever anger we all migh harbour
Due to every attack or every murder,
Instead of sympathizing we rather
Choose to accuse and blame each other.
We all are victims, so try to understand
We must walk side by side, hand in hand.
We all must fight against those who wage wars
And thus bring terror to thresholds of doors.
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