depressed and distressed it seems to be...
yet none do realize it's just a mask...
a mask...that I donned so often
it became synonymous with my face
but somewhere inside of me
a place exists that is filled with hope...
is still innocent ...despite how old...
weary and world wise I grew...
it lays inside...the illusion of despair
hidden from prying mortal eyes
beneath the fortress of madness
guarded like a dragon guards his treasure
underneath all ugliness
there is beautiful place and there
I can hear a small voice whispers
HOLD ON THIS STORM STILL SHALL PASS
👆👆👆👆👆👆👆
I found these words....
thought to write
👇👇
I will still hold on....till I will die....
I won't lose...I beared maybe...
I will still rise
life is a mystery. ...
too much to solve
for that I have to still hold on...
👆an unwanted para that came in my mind
