They hummed, but no one could define their brave songs. No one understood how they felt, they brought the trumpet but even the loudest sounds could not bring their songs to the understanding of men.
Why cry when we can sing away the sorrows of our hearts? Why wallow in the shadows when we can swallow all fallows. Night and day they sat outside, but who care how the cold is outside? you sit in your house and enjoy the warmness of the fire with your coat on.
Tears flows but no tears should last for ever, even if they can't be broken, they could be wiped. Take a time, pay attention and you will see the needy around you, and never forget , it is all just the HUMMED SONGS OF THE INNOCENTS
smith mason
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