I've lived quite some age to understand some mysteries about life. The world is living, it hears every of our daily boast and rants and presents our fears before us in a time when we're doomed , far from help.
No where to go
All hope seems lost
Standing on the street alone and
Your cries are not heard
The path you once dreaded
Now a reality , doomed to face it all alone
Life is a mystery
It Brings one to a point where all your fears
Becomes your reality
Taking away your defense
Leaving you empty
Until you're left doomed
An advice for the young
An advice to the growing adult
Say little, think much
Be wise, the world has ears
Lest, your fears meet you
At a point where you're doomed
And no one is there to lend you a helping hands
