in the belief of a strength i thought i had
and the courage i felt i could muster
i wrote a story i wanted to live
i dreamt an end i wanted to see
it was the story of my life
and the protege was the milieu
those which should have been my words to convey
were belligerently being written by the other few
the stumbles and the falls
and i believed i would persevere
when i was broken, i stared around the bend
looking for a hope, i knew it was there
many roads i walked and halfway through i wondered
if it was the right road to take
and then i wondered why i wondered
when it was my own road to make
why they didn't understand
i never really could fathom
the blame on me did it lay
or were the minds closed, far too soon
for every chapter that remained unended
o scarlett i was reminded of you
against the fire u vowed to think
tomorrow,when you could handle it anew
the unknown end of my story, i wish tomorrow would come true.
PS: something i had written many years ago...still holds true...
