They come from very very low.
A coin on the ground,
That’s where one day it will be found.
The strong always win,
That’s how the world stays clean.
How the weak survive?
There’s always a place to hide.
That one coin, remember it? It was found.
By the same one who didn’t make a sound.
Those flowers survived,
Because of those who had put their troubles a side.
Have a good week 🙂