The Cobbler And The Nun

Every child,

So confused,

Oh where do we even start,

Holding love,

In their eyes,

Lovely lies to convince their hearts.

 

What are you staring at,

We are all but one,

Keeping our hands so close, entangled,

Waiting for the other side to touch,

 

Every child so broken and bruised,

Oh where do we even start,

Lovely wives, they cook good food,

Such convinced in playing their parts,

A name so proud, each bears undoubted,

While we don’t know who we are,

Oh we don’t know who we are.

 

We are all but one,

The cobbler and the nun,

We are all,

But one.

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    • ghazal
    • September 20th, 2011

    hi bro, ur writings are getting very deep and i am happy as there is someone who is trying to find the truth about who are we??? at least 90% of people dont want to grow to that level, they just get entangled in the web of traditions without understanding the reason behind them. good job, take care

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