Loneliness begin to kick
Walls cover each other’s grieve
In a home of twelve
Single space to hold our bed, kitchen and toilet
We share same meal
Same plate and same drink.
Love feels the air
You can’t hide your tears
Mama will hear.
Riches remain a dream
Illusion that can never be fulfilled
Love is ultimate help
Speak fore a heart shall be healed
Rooms destroy tons of home
While internet teach the kids
Mummy test new enhance cream
Daddy chats a new chic
Depression finished lots of rich kids.