When nothing goes right
And my heart feels tight
I hear a voice
That urges me to fight

Lot of things left unspoken
Good old times still unforgotten
Eventhough my heart is broken
Let me keep our memories as a token

Yet another winter night
And I still couldn’t smile bright
The brooding silence of the dead,fled
Hearing the voices in my head

When happiness in life just leave
And a strange sound gives you the will to live
You wonder who could it be
And feel it’s just me

I take a paper and my dear pen
And note down all I felt then
The clock struck ten
And I quietly left for my den

As I left,the thoughts I bled
Wet with tears I have shed
Flows along the paper sheet
And rephrases itself to a verse

In the morning,I found all words in red
As if written in blood
The paper smelled of warmth and love
And I wondered how

I decided to believe in magic
So happy that the end doesn’t seem tragic
Meanwhile my mom stood behind the curtain, smiling
With her fingers still bleeding…