As I stumble on road, which should feel familiar
In a world which has bridged is self so far
The thought of Home, home with in him self is needed
The years stretch further apart
As his grip on his reality withers away
He longs for self conviction is a world which offers him no hope
How can a man Dream in a world
When society tells him he is no good,
A life time fill of buried woes
All he seeks is life
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