The eyes full of tears
A mind full of fears
Always trying to walk the extra mile
Though the end seems far from near

In the times of despair
When you shout but they don't hear
So many thoughts make your mind unclear
And there's nothing to do about it so you just bear

Bear whatever life throws at you
When in a thousand faces,familiars are few
When your own city feels as if new
And you become nothing but a miserable view

But,then, your position is not that grave
Tables may turn given you choose to be brave
So hold on when nothing's left inside you
For glory is not for all but a chosen few

© Trench kid