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You see the sky red,
When others see it blue,
You see a wilted flower; dead,
While I may see a chance for new.

So tell your heart, be warm and summer-like,
Cuz' others' hearts may be drier than death,
People may cherish those you dislike,
And those who'd save their breath,
Would eat what you'd throw out,
And live in fear, and more in doubt,
For life and fate for them unknown,
They die in tears, they die alone.

Would you say thanks for the eyes you get,
While some are blind but never fret.
Would you just smile as a sign of joy,
When others' smile is their only toy.
Would you use those pair of hands to save,
While you have time before your grave.
Would you use your ears to listen well,
And judge wisely before you dispel.

And this I say, my soul is not gold,
Neither is yours, but truth should we hold.

-by Farah Ain-