grovelling in the dust to try and reach high
but failing dspite so many tries
fluttering ,uttering silent cries
is nobody there to my resue?
to paint my life with glorious hues..
OH, whn will i taste the freedom again?
will i always be bounded in deep pain?
so many tears have i shed all this long
so often have i sung melancholy songs
i am weary of this world, this life.
Life to me is nothing save sorrow and strife.
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