Here I go Again,
Feeling Low in Vein.
Making Me Insane,
Like a dark cloud B-4 Heavy Rain.
Then i pick My glass of Wine,
Just to make me feel I'm Fine.
But it makes me feel alone,
Then i keep going on and on.
Then i get some ink,
To write something.
But emptiness is filling me,
N it's blanked n left with nothing.
Is it future or the past?
That's bothering me.
I try hard to find,
But i'm not only blank ,
I'm blinded too.
That's y even I cannot see.
N then something wisper in my ear,
Within this emptiness, still i hear.
A peacful voice,
Freedom of choice.
That Says..,
So, let it be ..,
Let it beee.....
Wisper words of wisdom .
Let it Be!!!
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