This journey is but for one
and this battle is not of gun
the days are quite short
like the grasses on the field
my feet took me away quickly
from my long time shame
I dreamt of good days
and i set my feet on a right way,
when my tales was full of pain
that the clouds give no rain
I remained optimistic
with the hope that
"my tomorrow
shall be better
than today"....
©sweetart
S