Treasure Island

Surabhi Samant


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I just took my own step
I took my own Ride
I failed I know
I m nomore best.. but Im myself

I just wanted to be myself
And I guess that was wrong
I wanted Speak My heart to one
And thats for sure something bad

I want to be Free
I want to be myself
I want to go high
but I was then handicapped

I would have Gone far away
I could have just be lost for good
But as usuals things took wrong way
I could have Sat across myself
Only to see Who was with me through the way

I want to be free
I want to be myself
Just as high as I could go
I want fly in open scape

Submitted: Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 29, 2014

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