Amm.. My Way?

Amm.. My Way? ballad

Uploaded by Palak Jain

I don’t know where I stand today,
I just know, I’m not okay.

Why am I so keen,
Untold scenes I haven’t seen.

May be there’s something that holds me tight,
So my mind and heart do not fight.

Deep in my heart I know,
It won’t be as pleasant as the falling snow.

Hope that everything’s gon’na be alright,
That would make it better overnight.

Sounds so weird,
Those mysteries were never heard.

Be it my life
Or am I destined to strive?

If that would be the reason,
It’s better to stay prisoned.

Though they are behind closed curtains,
But that is so uncertain.

The more difficult I am finding it to handle,
It’s easier than it to choose a sandal.

I would go on writing,
If they do not stop striking.

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