It's My Time
lonely battles, endless dreams, with dark red eyes, my childhood screams
Nothing is going, on my way, "It's my time" is hard to say
How to move, how to fall, frustration is growing tall
Still I try to find my way, "It's my time" is hard to say
With loads of hope of mom & dad, I stand tall.. cuz i can't fall
two pairs of never ending dreams, I'll make my way.. Someday
Copyright © Aarya Roy | Year Posted 2012
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