The sun at the edge of the stormy sea
The temporary light at the end of the dark
The calm after the rage of the waves
The confusion at crossroads
The dilemma of a troubled soul
The cry of pain of the oppressed
The fright of an orphan
The hope of a lost soul
Still in the dark?
It’s a talk about life!
The sweet world full of travails
The hopeful joy of the sorrowed
The daze of the duped
Frost bite that gets the homeless
The inferiority complex of the quiet
The peace of the dark
The chaos of the day
A minute to smile and hour to weep in
The throes of a demon ridden mind
Be careful of the unusual silence
Because the storm after may be brutal
Your blood it might seeks for its calm
But you not going to let it get a chance
Life could be a jester
Make the most of the banters
And if life’s a song
Dance to the thrill of it
Cause regardless of the ache and hurts
Life is what we make of it.
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