Alone I am,
With my burdens of sorrow,
With a past not to cherish much,
And not much hope for tomorrow.
When the people surrounding me
are so evil,ruthless and stone-hearted,
Unfair is this world,
Injustice being done at everybody's cannival.
I feel pity for the heart,
A poor heart in disgrace,
So vulnerable to the torments of words,
In so fictious a world,it tries to make some space.
Alas! everytime it fails,
And tears which stream down in solitude
Are nothing but a few futile drops of water.
It is the lack of the little love that makes a heart destitude.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 9:18 AM UTC
Alone I am,
With my burdens of sorrow,
With a past not to cherish much,
And not much hope for tomorrow.
When the people surrounding me
are so evil,ruthless and stone-hearted,
Unfair is this world,
Injustice being done at everybody's cannival.
I feel pity for the heart,
A poor heart in disgrace,
So vulnerable to the torments of words,
In so fictious a world,it tries to make some space.
Alas! everytime it fails,
And tears which stream down in solitude
Are nothing but a few futile drops of water.
It is the lack of the little love that makes a heart destitude.
