Sitting all alone in my own
With no one to lead me on
Thinking about my past
I wonder why it didn’t last
The things that I did
The things that I said
Have become my past already
Thinking about my past
Wonder why it didn’t last
Am I afraid of the future?
I am not sure what is right or wrong
Want to surge ahead
But my mind is not so strong
Yet I am sure and confident
That one day I will break the ice
And come out with flying colours
For me, only the best will suffice.
Ankita 