Dirty hands and crowded minds
Entangled bodies in the train
Mended spirits in the tides
Enduring storms in vain
Mighty helmets instead of halo
Protection boots instead of wings
Their souls are vivid, not hollow
They’re the angels life can bring
And they raise their children,
They help their friends
They aid a stranger in pain.
They are not in daily trends,
Invisible to a trillion,
They’re the love that never ends.
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