People with no Cent!

I see, I hear, everyday..
A dream, a hope, a cry, a tears from..,
The people walking around,
No purpose, then lost.
A time, they glee, sudden they flee..
They just little, but must carry on the mass on shoulder..
They cry then, seek hope; a fellow, a women, a parent. No one.
Then, what are you frighten of?
Look, shining stars upon the sky.
They dance all night long then, to free the mourn.
Finally, the best time comes, peace spread of, Good night.
Hope you well, my brothers..