On my track on lead
Way back home very speed
Found beauty on my field
Dragged my mind to be astray
Binded me, blind folded me.
Lost on my way
Not concerned about society
Nor aware of my duty
No hope of way back home
Nor on track to lead.
Parents sore, teachers bored
Lost my bond with no sound
Regrets started pounding in my heart
Triggered my with a shot, And
Welcomed me back on my track with a blast.
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