I have found myself,
Amongst many colours of life,
And i have gotten lost.
I feel cold now,
I’ve been homeless for an eternity,
Gotten used to the frost.
Many times i wish,
I could easily give up.
I have tried now and then,
But i cannot give up..
Now that, I've got hope,
In my heart,
And a habit of winning.
I’ve left all the failures,
In the shadows of my past,
And i head for a new beginning.
If an easier life,
Is what you want,
It is too much to ask for.
You better raise yourself,
Higher now we are,
Survivors of this war.
... Arsh.
(....to be continued)
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