Where we want to run away
Away from life there is no way
The trails… The failures
Concealed are all the answers
The pain… The struggle
All the efforts seem feeble
What we want to achieve
Where we want to reach
With those empty words
What we want to preach
Sometimes we choose
Sometimes we loose
There is absolute freedom
This we know
And the beauty is
In the middle of life
We grow…
Peace is the Way 