What is constant in a world of moments,production is in abundance yet so many are still hopeless?So what is always in a world of βneverβin a world of sometimes,whatβs forever?Dreamt a thousand dreams.Hoped forevermore,for brighter days for the pooror just a chance at it,a shot at a future, a slice of hope,because while at times it shines here,the rains been constantand the joy has always been brief,yet the pains so constant.
ππππΆ π±πΆπππππΎππ, π΅πππ πΌπ π²βππΉππ
