Betrayal: Not An End

That’s not a dagger which stabbed me down
That’s your betrayal which hunted me down

An enemy, a hunter doesn’t bother me
Its you and you, which really hurts me

Surfing the waves, you landed on the lonely island
Wasn’t a caution made by the mainland

Do not blame me or we, for you being on island
Haven’t the hands stretched out of the mainland

My Prayers which once cherished you
It seem suddenly void to you

With ways apart, its your choice
Prayers still from my heart, is my Choice

Cursed you are or am i?
Let lord be the jury between u and i.

I am down but head is still up
Coz am just stabbed not killed and up

No reason to bleed for you anymore
Lets bleed for those who need it more

Determined and focused is my way
You will never find me stall in midway

Betrayals and failures; still move on the way
Life and hope; never fades away

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