What if the world was full of good people.
Would it be different?
As we all are good at something,
would it mean anything?
The way they hurt you is also the way
they show love to someone else.
Can you judge them?
Why is it like that then.
Unlucky people who meet you at a time,
You show them how to climb,
Then they hit you, falling down,
Shouldn't it be other way around?
You are scared to show them now
Because you fell ******* the ground.
But it will never change.
Put down your guard.
You are scared to know,
They won't.
They won't be the only ones.
Because world is full of sons,
Who will be your low.
