It all started from the first breath into this world
The mark of your beginning
The mark of your knowing
You breathed the air of this world
this cruel world, maybe why you cried
you were pricked by a misleader at large
Now you stand
Look back at the memories not with a wanting
But with a look not appealing
Sad, to the past clinging
One only moves on keeping the past, working on the present and powering the future
The work load is one to be thankful about
would you rather be idle?
Suicide is never an answer
It's the beginning of all troubles
it's makes the problem double
Burst that enclosing bubble
Climb from all the rubble