Life pricks me in the middle of the night
And confesses the glitches I have henceforth
I know I have to nothing but fight
To prove me, myself and my worth
I don’t want to die like a withered blossom
Who is neither desirable nor accepted
Who wants to live at the tip of the gun?
Even if my presence is pleasing or dejected
The green around me seems so very jealous
Im over for the day but they are still callous
Be with me !! life reflects again
Or all the illusions will drain out in rain
The sun shines on you even when you are shattered
Its only your pick…
Because its only stance that always mattered
And confesses the glitches I have henceforth
I know I have to nothing but fight
To prove me, myself and my worth
I don’t want to die like a withered blossom
Who is neither desirable nor accepted
Who wants to live at the tip of the gun?
Even if my presence is pleasing or dejected
The green around me seems so very jealous
Im over for the day but they are still callous
Be with me !! life reflects again
Or all the illusions will drain out in rain
The sun shines on you even when you are shattered
Its only your pick…
Because its only stance that always mattered
1 comment:
And that can be sometimes wrong
To be in consensus with everyone along
Coz truth is always in a shaded day
Most of the times, it never find its way.
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