Shadows of us.
Perfect people, perfect smiles.
The fear, of anger, of hatred.
We wake up as people full of love.
Love, all day.
Love, full of tenderness.
Valuable, innocent, pure, happy.
We grieve together.
We have it but we make it worthless.
And she is crying with us.
We pray with our hearts together.
With small, innocent us.
You, my little queen.
I, to take care of you.
Some before, to gave birth to us.
Some before, to destroy us.