The song of an outcast

Living in an unwanted world Tossed to and fro With heavy breeze breezing All hope seems lost Lost in the midst of ravaging storm Tossing East and North. Caught amidst the combat of immorality Weary and scary Sharpened edges rust, Once honored chastened. Caught in the midst of thorns Egg meant to meet with fragility chastened. Marauding and parading No light,no route, no Zeus. Bright lightening fades, yellow sun turned dark Light to the path turn outcast The cared for left Leaving the light to fend for himself. Is the light meant to fuel itself ? How then shall it bear forth light ? When day break,night cometh not ? When night comes with darkness being the author of the day, Vanishes, ashamed,is an outcast light summoned? How be it the light comes up When not fuelled? Light cometh up but shines not . When treated right, Light shines and darkness vanishes When there is alternative to light, Is the light not ashamed? Nothing replaces light for ever. Even nature cometh and vanishes. Then,shall light be appreciated but gone. Of what gain shall it be for both creature?