Life was something that was lost...
life is something that was tried
to be found..
life i find is stuck..
some where in thoughts..
sometimes in tears..
most of the times in words..
Life it hurts..
it makes you bleed..
life sometimes heals..
why was i lost..
to be found!!!
why did i loose...
to have found...
alone sometimes..
in the chaose crowds..
life is what draws the breath out..
to make .. to destroy and to restore all
all that was lost..
all will be found...
