The chronicle of a soul....

Entrapped little soul cries for help,

Caged and bruised it stays within myself.

Wandering along the path of destiny,

I embrace the present, despite the agony.

I try hard to pull myself together,

It’s just an end of a nightmare and beginning of another.

Not sure how far will I be able to walk,

Time seems to escape with the dying sand clock.

It’s not over yet, the heart still believes,

For every sunset there is a sun rise,

A new hope is born when a worry dies,

Peace will return and it will return to stay,

The soul stays alive in hope of a new day.