Nov 2 · 1 min read
Why it’s making me lie down?
When it’s supposed to make me stand on my own.
You gotta go out and display,
Weather the strength or dismay.
Even I lose or won,
It shouldn’t bother anyone.
But Why it’s making me lie down?
When I should be on my own.
Now, Life’s more about the material at dispose,
It’s more about fate that’s what they suppose,
Sometimes, it all starts with brick by bricks,
Later Persistence, deleligence and some tricks.
Few path you figure out, rest will be shown
But Why it’s making me lie down?
When it’s supposed to get me my crown.
