The journey this nomad started as a famous story
when his life was transformed by the kiss of glory,
Soon that kiss turned out to be venemous
reuins of which still haunt in my sub concious.
One day she said "I don't think its gona work between us ,bye"
I couldn't contain the moisture and they escaped from my eye,
Making a mokery of my emotions , my love , my life's song
next few days past, thinking " were did I went wrong ".
To that ,once world of mine
I knelted and continued to plead,
Brutally assaulting my selfpride
while my heart continued to bleed.
While I was reduced to a skeliton, with no expextation and no goals
I continued my pretence to be alive with my dead soal,
Dragging it with me is this world lies
the dew drops turned sour, rolling down my eyes
These days I see her happy with some one else
but I am happy,I dont cry,
Ya, it is painful to see someone you love, happy with somebody else
but to see her unhappy with you is even worse,,thats why.
