That Was Then, This Is Now
My call is helpless
My pain is potent
My cry is desperate
With meaningless thoughts
My head is filled with distaste
Not a spark of hope around
With broken wings, I sit in a corner
But, with a glimmer of motivation
I will find the spirits
Mysterious and magical
I will soar and glide
I will rise like a phoenix
With broken wings
Bold and beautiful
I will stab the vicious evil
I Will stand tall
I will rise like a phoenix
With broken wings
Bold and beautiful
Copyright © Durgaa Mundakana | Year Posted 2024
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