Destitute

I will be hurt, wherever I go

All roads are strewn with thorn

Hurt from inside when bystanders scorn

I don't have any choice

For no reason to rejoice

I will be hurt wherever I go

Every turn pricks me

Every move scares me

Let me not hear the wailing of the past

Let me not see the blood bathed path of the present

Where should I go?

I will be hurt wherever I go

For I will not be allowed to stay where i am

I will have to go

Not the path of my choice

Not the odyssey of my inner voice

But the journey, I am destined to go

I will be hurt, wherever I go