Struck somewhere in the middle
Listening the songs of the Beatles
Reminds me of going for mankind
Many things to cover up behind.
Lots of throns to walk on by
Without caring the difficulties
Guts to reach the summit thereby
Ability to see butterflies indeed.
Opportunities utilizing it utmost
Because lucky enough to be born
Stepping up my way down to earth
Craving something different almost.
Deeper the ocean, harder my thoughts
Taking easy the pain that comes
Fueling up the wrecked soul
That has broken into a huge ice.
Good memories gathered upon
Makes me boostened up everyday
Alarming the attack certainly
Still see the beacon of life..
