It was lost and I can’t find it
It was unique but just can’t show it
I pose for a while and ask myself
Where is it? How will I find it?
Through years, ego is the only defense
Can’t walk through beyond the fence
In the four corners where I lie and stare
I try to find it and solve it was a dare
Though it cuts like a knife
I’ve lost it and I’ve lost my life
But I can’t still find it
Or am just trying to hide it?
This is the time for a break
A thousand dreams I can make
Making way for a mile
Would I find it if I pray for a while
Would you believe I am looking for myself?
Find it and read books from the shelf
Building the strength to stand tall
I, the weakest hero of all
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