We aim for the stars, but never hit,
We lose hope and stop moving.
Start walking down the street and we sit,
Cars passing by unaware of us.
Soon one day a car will stop,
And look us each in the eye.
Why are you sitting in the middle of the street?
We lost all hope and wish to die.
Don't think like that and come in the car,
Hope is not something that ends.
You're still in the place where others are,
And still with the love of your friends.
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