Life punches us in the gut with ‘fuck yous,’ hatred cuts us with a million sharp blades—but still we carry on, still we walk, and still we believe in love’s grand power.
Each time that we try to hope,
and each time that we dare to dream
Each time that we hold a rope,
and each time we desire to scream
Life just offers one big ‘fuck you!’,
and punches us right in the gut
Life just throws one big ‘damn you!’,
and treats us like a disowned mutt
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Still we carry on, and still we walk,
believing in love and its grand power
Still we hurry on and still we talk,
while hope burns on a distant, high tower
We place our faith in caring and affection,
but there is one thing that we forget
We put aside any fears of rejection,
but there still exists a dark, deadly threat
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Hatred, that’s what it is called by you and all,
it waits in the darkness, all shadowy and black
Loathing is a terrible ghost that lurks in the hall,
while patience and silence stand back to back
It sneers with an ugly, yellow satisfaction,
and cuts us with a million sharp blades
It fears no revenge and never any reaction,
our blood flows freely and in all shades
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It doesn’t care for affection or for even love,
devastating us and all that we ever possess
It favors only chaos and not a white dove,
leaving behind ashes and just a terrible mess
But still we breathe and still we dream,
believing in the power of love and what it can do
Our hope keeps smiling and riding a sunbeam,
choosing to ignore all, hatred, and loathing too
Shehryar khawar 