Life At The Tip
Life At The Tip1 min 504 1 min 504
My tiny legs cripple
My whole world stumbles.
Am at the boundary of no going back
Where glittering eyes cannot see my back
I am joining the road of fear
Where evils are being born,
With a bucket of tears flowing away
And my burning heart burning away.
The least I can remember is yesterday
Most times faces of today I cannot tell,
Staring at my ceilinged room
With my lousy head up.
All hope is lost
Eager to see my doctors face,
So chaos in the flesh shall pain no more
And the burden of the heart shall vanish.