As I sit in the window seat of the bus,
I started memorizing the verse,
Of a story I will be narrating to my family,
Of Love, Life and Bravery.
The mighty world have seen my struggle,
Where my dreams have crumbled,
Where I have lost all my battles.
But to my family,
I will crack jokes on my pain,
Laugh at my worthless gains,
Talk of a dream whose only memory remains.
Boast of a life which is fake,
Because their dreams is my life,
Their hope is my story.
I hoped to be their savior,
Of all the dreams they have seen,
And to fulfill all their prayers.
Maybe not now but surely in the future.
I will try a little harder.
But for now I will memorize the story-
I have made “Line by Line”.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC
As I sit in the window seat of the bus,
I started memorizing the verse,
Of a story I will be narrating to my family,
Of Love, Life and Bravery.
The mighty world have seen my struggle,
Where my dreams have crumbled,
Where I have lost all my battles.
But to my family,
I will crack jokes on my pain,
Laugh at my worthless gains,
Talk of a dream whose only memory remains.
Boast of a life which is fake,
Because their dreams is my life,
Their hope is my story.
I hoped to be their savior,
Of all the dreams they have seen,
And to fulfill all their prayers.
Maybe not now but surely in the future.
I will try a little harder.
But for now I will memorize the story-
I have made “Line by Line”.
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