Can I come home now for I am weak;
Even their shadows play "hide and seek"
They embrace the hearts that's left to bleed,
These are the deeds of those who do not speak.
Let's not forget who they are and what they do;
Let's bring back their smile, as we will all get through.
Their eyes sored and hands cleansed with filth,
Of those they see, they cure, they mend and build.
(Respect and Love to all the frontline workers)
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