I know I am tired,
I know I tried,
I know I should give up,
I know I should keep my pride aside,
I know from the roof top to the road I should slide,
I know it all very well,
But it’s just that,
A tide is come in and going out,
Again, and again,
Dividing me in parts,
Which I myself bind,
And walk on a path that is making me heavy inside,
I can’t see a single person in my sight,
When I walk with my eyes glue on the bright light applied on the mountain’s top,
It’s just that,
Again, and again.
Obrigado pela leitura!
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