For the times when memories sigh
Folding my arms I sit back and cry
Nobody to listen, loneliness on high
Creeping on a cold floor, about to die
Thinking of the times when I skipped out of shell
Remembering the courage that I've by then
Retaining myself from that dead end
Upon the same floor that's no more cold by then
I stood on the floor trying to stand tall
Shivering,had no strenght,again about to fall
I looked in the mirror, straight eye to eye
Convincing myself there's no need to die
I walked on the floor with all my might
With destiny and fear I had enough fight
Darkness is gone all I see is light
Streching my arms about to take a flight
Happiness in-route lots more to explore
My shell lying broken on the same cold floor
No more shell to confine me anymore
No more shell to confine me anymore...
-shayantika bhattacharya :)
