surrounded by the mayhem it has to offer,
I don't want any part in any of it, yet I'm trapped in them all,
the deep sea pulls me in, the abyss full of problems,
none can I handle now, m breaking m breaking, m beyond any help.
The silver city is afar,
where is my heart, trapped in a jar?
I'm dying, have already it seems,
still, my afterlife too, has no sheen.
There is still chaos, which I can't handle,
Oh god please my soul's only left to strangle.
My mind is under stress my body needs rest,
My eyes are burning, but I can't shut 'em.
There are things I need to take care of,
but I have no thoughts as to how?
Only if my problems were an apple and I had a bow.
This sea of sand burns like hell.
Am I only a piece of coal?
The purpose of life is not what I seek,
the path to reach there is what I need.
I will follow the road to silver city,
till the moment I dont get the victory.
Nah!
Victory is a myth,
it makes one stronger,
Hey, don't stop yet, the way is much longer.
I faced chaos, a lot of confusion,
but I endured all, now I am my best version.
Life is so mean, it will take everything from you,
only to give you back, when you actually deserve it.
Just dont give up, or your life will be wasted,
Withstanding all the pressure, buckle yourself up.
This is to everyone who is on the same path,
Just trust yourself, and you will do just fine!
The coal under the most heat and the pressure is the only one, which shines.
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