A little secret
commonly known to all.
A little word of
wisdom might stop you from the fall.
The struggle to have a meaning,
In a world unknown and creaking.
The soul needs healing
When life gets kneeling.
Hidden secrets, deeper
meanings,
The struggles one
masks beneath.
Stories untold, will
die with memories,
Hidden desires would fade
with demeanours.
Silence speaks and
life echoes
The soul wanders
alone.
Don’t let the ruins destroy beauty
The struggles would never get over,
But its time to be
home.
The albatross rose, though it burnt
It rose higher,
higher with its grunt.
When masks of
strength fade with seers
Wisdom shines amongst the peers.
Tears make you strong
Don’t stop them from
touching the ground.
Masks of strength are the disguises we wear,
The inner child forcefully bears.
The dreams shattered and the forever burn
The light burning with delight
A flame of desire
still alive.
The roads head to the dome,
But its time to be home.
The roads head to the dome,
But its time to be home.
Dance through the
sorrows
There’s a better tomorrow.
Stand tall, don’t fall
Its time to take the
call.
Drowning with every single
tear,
Don’t walk in the
shadow of fear.
Life may be right,
life may be wrong,
It supposed to be now,
or it might be gone.
Cherish the memoirs,
Deflate the reservoirs
Yes, it scares a
little
Don’t get so brittle.
Beautifully crafted!
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