I am walking in the hot summer wind
But I am shaking because the flowing tears were chilled.

My heart is running fast
And my head is aghast.

Hands are not free but held in the tight fist
I am afraid of seeing my bleeding wrist.

I feel someone's hand on my forehead
“Wake up sweety it was just a bad dream.”

My head is covered with sweat
But the firm hand of my mum abet.

In The battle with inner me
Days after days she wins
but
Today is the golden day cause I win..