When I look in the mirror
I see a person standing there
Tired, alone, lost in time
Like a rusty metal lost its shine
Terms and conditions of life
Is just like a sharp knife
Lost the hope in the battle for happiness
Living the life full of mess
Waiting for an angel to come across
Fill the path of life with full of rose
But the person doesn't know
He is the only angel, waiting for his wings to show
He got the two hands
Which are not less than magic wands
Can change his whole life
Just work hard to get back shine
©fractious
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