Today when I sit back
I can recall those days
of fist-fights and I-am-not-your-friend talks...
Those days,
when life was nothing beyond,
the house gates and broken toys.
Where life revolved around that one friend,
and she was the best!
The best days of life which began
unlimited happiness that now came to an end
Now, I can see a lot of faces staring at me
Not knowing what to trust,
I seem to be falling deep...
A smile becomes a trap
A tear becomes a friend!
I am still moving on,
with hands that will never stop.
walking through life,
filled with broken promises and haughty heights.
I hope and I pray,
That one day all these rest.
I hope and I pray,
That one day all these rest.