May be I was wrong
To have taken it on my own
May be I couldn’t sense
The feel that was meant
Rugged on the path all alone
Facing the disguised truth so unknown
Waiting for a single ray of hope
To beckon the light and endream darkness
May be I was wrong…
While facing the realities
That whispered an intruned beat in my ear.
Shocking the fears ‘n’ loosing the tears
Still…
Waiting for the eleventh hour
That would tread me on its par
To wipe my single drop of tear
And make me talk my own hear.
You were NEVER wrong, it's just that you were not understood in right fashion. Not your fault if people around you are so careless.
ReplyDelete'Mean' is something very small.
Cheer up, and keep smiling.