my own shoes
my own shoes
Every time being the other
Lost my own self
Only to please others.
Desire of others
Never found an end
How much ever you become perfect.
Longing for their approval
I did all they wanted
Only to find I was nobody for them.
Shattered and broken, I stood
Alone when I needed them most.
That was the day, I realised
Wearing others shoes
Blesses me in no way.
And I put on my own shoes
Not matching with sombody
But always guiding my body.
How relaxed and happy, I feel
The free bird I always wished.