BED OF PAINS
Bed of pains
You can't run from it
No matter how fast you run
You'll always return to it
You're always afraid of this place
Because it makes you displaced
There's no story without pain
Maybe it's a fairytale.
Bed of pains
A place we always retain
There's no absolute happiness
When we live in bondages
To be free, is to be guilty of no sin
We all are in different prison
It's a psychological warfare
Depriving us all of our welfare.
Bed of pains
It all started from our roots
That's why we keep hurting
Because it's part of our life hood
You can't run away from it
It's rooted in our veins
Some pains wounds us
Then makes us vulnerable
And some awaken us
Making us durable.
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