The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today.
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way through the day.
Guilt feeling up and more stroke of sadness,
Hiding behind in the dark,
In the brightest of the room.
The path to freedom lays,
In your own ways.

Struggle starts from your mind,
Then why not make it ride.
Focus is the key,
For the lock to the path.
While hiding you might be willing,
To make the string pulling.

© ably.lilo