On different lands and shores
Trying to search my Soul
Why I exist...?
To follow a drifting path
To get ruined everyday..
By
People who call themselves
Mine
But I am nowhere seen
I want to love myself..
But
No it's not my right
I am from the herd
Sent to this mortal world
To,
Bear every wound
To boil in my soul's cauldron
To let others ruin
To let others roll over me
I am worn out soul
A person and a pathway stone
I am not at peace...
I am in pain...
Who is my healer..??
Who is my saviour..?
Why I exist...??
An answer yet to be found
Before I become
Sand in Sand ....!!
