Broken dreams
Tears,screams pain in every inch of the heart but with the colours of faded expectations Im standing still
Fighting,struggling crying till my eyes washed away, with the pieces of broken dreams Im still doing fine
But after all these things I learned one thing yeah one thing.
Every drop of tear made me even more stronger,all these pain brought me the colours I never had to my broken heart
So i paint my dreams again and again
If this isn't called LIFE then what it is it?
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