The rhythm of the beat reminds me of a song
The grimness on her face reveals there's something wrong
The weary bodies,the drooping shoulders...
the sweaty palms,the body odors
Reminds me of a waiting soul
Reminds me of an endless goal
I see and I declare
The fates of the hopeless,the ones who wouldn't dare
I see and I move on
No,i cant stop and mourn.Sorry,life has to go on
I see...I seldom feel
The pain,the agony I wouldn't let it reveal
The man on the rocking chair reminds me of my future
life takes me there anyways.I like it or not,doesn't matter
I look at the sky.I heave a sigh
And the time...It just goes by.
Abhishikth John
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