traffic jam, up and down
back and forward, steep roadside,
we are so small we are so fragile
from start to end, from darkness to light
we all try to stay alive
traffic jam, up and down
we are born on hard concrete
we all struggle to keep safe
on this gray suburban ground
traffic jam, up and down steep roadside
we all long to meet our flower
back and forward and come what may
we are so small we are so fragile
Marco Bo
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