Ambitions, dreams,future,
Seem to turn bleak
Sorrows hidden behind fake smiles,
And there's noone to seek
He tries to express,
wants to groan
Next to someone,
who understands him all alone
His scars and agony,
have much to tell
He finds himself,
next to hell
Found it suitable,
to walk towards depression
Desire to quench,
his agression of situation
Unknown voice,
echoed from behind
Asked if it was a better option,
than to rejuvenate the life
He ebbed up his strength,
targeted again his goal
Cause aims may change (acc. to situation),
But all that remains as such is goal
Life has a lot,
to show you ahead
Pave the way,
Before it's too late