A day will come when Death knocks on our door.
Not all of us will have learned, the real essence of life;
To be, human.
I Cannot fathon the idea of living in vain
I must help the fallen, instead of turning away.
We have eyes, yet pretend to be blind
Those who suffer. always look towards the sky.
The good Samaritan hears someone else’s cry,
For the grieving souls, they are emissaries, of calm.
Because some angels are born
With no feathers and no flight.