Traveling through the city day after day
seeing the lost love in every way
wondering what’s next for those who don’t see
how to relate to them the way things should be
I watch them rush with eyes cast low
carrying weights they’ll never show
phones in their hands, hearts locked tight
chasing small comforts to get through the night
I’m no better, I bleed the same
wear different masks, play the same game
thinking I’m whole ‘cause I study and pray
while ego still whispers, you’re fine—stay this way
So how do I love them, cracked as I am
with shaking knees and an empty plan
not fixing their lives, not preaching the truth
but standing beside them in borrowed youth
Maybe it’s silence, maybe a glance
maybe just giving the heart a chance
to feel their burden as if it were mine
and beg the Creator to stitch us in time
No speeches, no flags, no winning the fight
just choosing connection in plain daylight
city keeps moving, lost love still stays
but one shared heart can redeem our days
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