Life Of A Metro

A streak of silence flows

In the hustle bustle it grows,

Numbness in our nerves,

But still we predict to be strong,

Scattered in our hearts,

Composed on our sleeves,

Fake to ourselves, and truth all around,

The reality of metro hits us all ,

In the hustle bustle it grows so strong ,

Power or Pride,

Gentle and Kind ,

Ego is mine,

Purity is dying,

Lighted are the paths ,

Blinded are the minds.