I wear a mask, a fake smile
The world thinks I'm happy, all the while
But deep inside, I'm lost and alone
A soul trapped in darkness, no place to call home
I walk in the rain, to hide my tears
A lonely soul, drowning in fears
No one to turn to, no hand to hold
A life without meaning, growing old
They say I have friends, but it's a lie
No one reaches out, no one asks why
I'm just a ghost, invisible and grey
A fleeting thought, in their busy day
I walk in the rain, to hide my tears
A lonely soul, drowning in fears
No one to turn to, no hand to hold
A life without meaning, growing old
Why must I exist, in this endless night?
A life without purpose, a futile fight
I search for answers, but none are found
A whispered cry, in an empty sound
I walk in the rain, to hide my tears
A lonely soul, drowning in fears
No one to turn to, no hand to hold
A life without meaning, growing old
In the rain, I find my peace
A temporary escape, from life's release
But the pain remains, the emptiness too
A lonely heart, beating true.
By Bijo Johnson
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