I am on a edge dnt knw which side to fall,
As i luk away, i c d tym i want to recall..
Moving on d edge walking alone
i needs d strength of metal
n
stone..
Those who used to say i am master
just
left me quetly in this disaster..
Somtime a hope cm in mind,
A dream brightn my eyes
when
Thoughts of gud time walkby..
Now i gain ability to talk to my will
n
Realise d gap dt i need to fill..
The edge i m walking on has glass pieces
here
n
there
but
i m walking alone wid my foot bare.. My blood making every piece red in color,
Wid every step destinatn getting
more
n
more
blur..
People used to say a journey has no end
but
i must say end is in my hand..
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