Don’t be weak,
when you fall alone,
you'll come through,
breaking the wall,
over the skies.
Don't run,
run too far away,
you'll feel the pain,
it'll come again
gray wounds,
they'll heal,you'll see.
Don't sit through,
this is not your sin,
threat is real,
time to play another deal,
drop thoughts of calm,
raise the hands high,
your last sigh.
Don't slip away,
hold on,
wings of truth,
don’t burn so soon,
they hurt,
but flight is real,
lies lie in the ground.
Don’t be weak,
don’t run,
don’t sit through,
don’t slip away,
‘cos you walk alone,
this treacherous path,
pain is the game,
deal's yours too.
--Vineet
