The tussles of life
Are hard to describe
A fight that goes on inside
Is not with anyone, but with my insight
The bolder me fights the quite me, to bring out the wrath that subsides in me.
The world today has rejected the love
and my quiteness has many times priced me
The world, that I was trained to live in has changed
And a quite me is fighting hard to survive in this loud scream
But I know that love wins the last race,
I would, with my bright open eyes, would await that day.
The day, when a quite me would get appreciated
Hate would no longer be the sway,
Birds would sing and clouds would rain.
This, is not my dream, but a reality, I claim.