I am alive, yet dead deep inside,
I am being rocked back and forth in life,
Forced to walk through empty streets alone,
In sunny days and stormy nights.
I walk this path,Searching for the light,
At the end of this endless road,
God knows where I ought to go.
I am like that wild flower,
That once bloomed in grace,
But now has wilted out in sheer disgrace.
People round me will always be clueless,
Regarding the pain I suffer in silence.
My laughs and smiles are only an alibi to my sorrows I bore deep within.
I am dead yet alive somehow,
I can assure you so.
Long time ago, my tears used to soothe my sorrow,
But now they have just become an immortal part of my pain.
Look o look at the irony of fate,
When I never thought I would be happy,
I was granted happiness in abundance.
And when,All that I wanted was happiness and joy,
I was burdened with sorrow,
’Not in single spies but in a battalion.
Suffering this pain of life,
And feeling dead when I am still alive,
I only have a solitary hope left in me,
This time it is not a wish to be happy or a desire to bloom again,
But to rise from my own ashes of pain,
And live my life again.