Those who have home don't see how value the roof is
forgetting that a child in the street always have day dream about how warm a room is.
We refused to see what we have, what is within our capability, that's why we aren't happy
coz we are busy chasing stuff that isn't ours nor reachable,
If we can breath the little air that blows, feel its calmness and say thanks for today, grace will blow us through.
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