Break Free

Who are they that escaped the hands of times? Washed away by the sea of life. Gone, gone from today, Who are they? Who are they that rise above them with their Heads in the clouds, thinking they will never fall down. Twisted, A door of pain, who are they that escaped. Tears that falls like rain, some drops are bitter, some are sweet. Who are they that escaped the hate of many? How many can say, who are they that never experienced the torture of life pains, who are they?