THE POOR GIVING HAND

Writing my name in the air.
Iam building my castle in the air
Because i know on the grounds,
they are digging my lane.
But they know, i have got a heart.
After all the shame, they say dont
run away from us.

Running smoothly, all of a sudden
i dumped them.
They plead, why are you leaving us?.
I cursed them with hurtful words.
Only trying to make them see
the real world.
Noone is going to blow the horn
for them.
They walk and bad mouth about me.
Because i have a heart, i come back
and berg for...