Where ever I see,
Looks dark;
Which ever star I aim at,
Falls apart;
Whatever I touch,
Turns to ashes;
Whatever I say,
Has backlashes;
Whatever path I tread,
Has a dead end;
And
Whenever I try to mend
The issues bend,
Just to take a turn,
And come back with a bang.
Looks dark;
Which ever star I aim at,
Falls apart;
Whatever I touch,
Turns to ashes;
Whatever I say,
Has backlashes;
Whatever path I tread,
Has a dead end;
And
Whenever I try to mend
The issues bend,
Just to take a turn,
And come back with a bang.