Seashell On The Ground
Seashell On The Ground1 min 81 1 min 81
Like a seashell, I remain on the ground,
Some notice and pick the best ones,
While some are left around.
I feel I am the left one which no one cares about,
I have been picked once,
But thrown back to the ground.
I feel I am the worst surrounded by the best,
Like a seashell which is lying on the beach,
I feel so alone, untouched and beyond one's reach.
I still feel lonely when I have everyone around,
I am diving deep in my agony,
I am waiting to be found.
Care for me before I am buried in the ground,
Otherwise, I would be merely lying,
Like a seashell on the ground.