THE WALKING

Battered by wounds of time
and lacerated by fate
countless times felt beaten
and choked till last breath
still somehow picking up pieces again
still somehow walking all alone

The deep scars of memory
can tell you my story better
no words are needed
to explain you more clearer
Suffered countless losses along the way
paid so many debts to relieve the pain
sometimes the walking itself hurts
till I realized I can no longer run
still somehow picking up pieces again
still somehow walking all alone

I see often others walking together
offering hands when someone staggers
I see none apart from my shadow
I see some running far on the meadow
I see hope waiting to make my pain mellow
I see whom I lost smiling from above
as if telling that this is not the end
as if knowing that I will make till the end.