I was born,
With nothing but just dreams .
The way to go there,
Was harder than it seems.
I am weak,
To fight the world alone.
I wouldn't survive,
In this land of mourn.

Walking through the foggy streets of luck,
I used to think of that place-
Of which I had dreamt years ago;
For which I had been searching for days.
Those dim light streets were a habit now,
In the dark, wandered my lonely soul.
Maybe it would see light one day,
Maybe it will reach its goal


These dark streets are my friends,
Till I reach there.
Till I have a smile in face,
Till I have a story to share.
I am no more weak,
To fight the world alone.
Because I have nothing to lose now,
Nothing to shed tears on.

© ray_09