We are all writers of our story
Some with pain and some with glory
Some write past, their sad history
While some use their pens to gain their victory

You and I are the same
When it comes to being in human race
And we both play the game
The difference is what we have to face

They don't know who I was before
That don't know how I swam across the shore
I will wait till the pain eases
As I put back all my broken pieces