Quinter Anyango

Hard as it is Anyway, we all try to fit Resented and hard to form a script The chapter of life The unspecified theory we try to survive The moments we try to drive The pain comes back again And we all end up to cry Solely and tiresome Those unknown periods And thirsts elevates An empire of boredom exists An urge to kill insists And that's where it all begins With a stitch you try to mend What if it never volunteer's to amend? The pain of the past To all the doors it shuts And finally a sudden feeling of hope And death strikes away The illicit drug of depression A pain that never ends But guess it's never the end You can choose to Walk away And finally safe stay Then destroyed becomes the fate of the prey Don't choose to die in the crowded lonely graves