Now its doubt
you question
"Will it be alright?"
But someday, you'll know
Always, at the end of the tunnel, there's light.
Now its disbelief
you question
"How, in this way, it turned out in the end?"
But someday, you'll know
The art of letting it sink and blend.
Now its anger
you question
"Why do things often go wrong?"
But someday, you'll know
They were meant to, all along.
Now its dread
you question
"Why do I have to be a coward?"
But someday, you'll know
You were just careful that day onward.
Now its regret
you question
"Why couldn't have I done that one thing?"
But someday, you'll know
How to let go and not cling.
Now its exhaustion
you question
"Why do people have to be so insane?"
But someday, you'll know
All your tries were not in vain.
Now its despair
you question
"Where are all the sunshine rays?"
But someday, you'll know
You were under clouds and yet to come, were days.
Now its agony
you question (this one a lot)
"Why does it have to be this way?"
But someday, I hope, you'll know
Why it had to be that way.
