People work as our Gum stick, or small gifts to fill gaps in us
Holding back, building walls, making boundaries never did any good
Cracks, Holes, gaps, wounds will always appear
Standing alone and waiting for someone won’t help it
Come, join hands, open your arms if you want a hug
We are not made of stones. Distortions will appear.
If you want to be loved, don’t wall yourself off with your arms folded across your chest. Open your hands and your heart, and let people in.