Black clouds hovering over my life,
Cutting me within like edges of knife,
Incarcerated by the problems penned by life,
Or thorny plants planted by me,
Bearing the fruits of my past deeds,
Concealing me to walk to the right way out,
Path being covered by smoke of ignorance,
Waiting for someone to hold my hand,
And guide me towards my destination,
Awaiting the knock at the door,
At the core of my heart,
And help me find my lost path again,
Giving me a reason to live again


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