They will come

A bunch of them, maybe lots of them

In search of gold and glitters

And a selfish hope of will be well taken care of by you

But too blind to realize

You will drawned into a sea of awe

How you thought how good you are

For a moment you forgot about these wounded hearts

Forgot that the one who came before them when you have almost nothing

Way before you have everything and become something

But there will be time when you realize

What has been going thru is the most precious thing ever happened in your life

And you will know, somehow, this new joy and happiness can not be compared to the past

And the curse of regrets will follow you at last

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