What is the point of beauty if it is unseen and not given a home?
What is the meaning of love if it is always abandoned and alone?
Has the light of a new day all been an illusion?
Is pain all there is, only a beginning to a conclusion?
Nothing is all that remains out of the something that might have been.
As a heart cries out to the sky asking why and will there be a when.
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