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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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