I Have No Story To Tell neither A Hand To Hold ,
A Lost Soul With No Good Reason To Be Bold .
I Have No Reason to Smile neither a Joke To Crack ,
It Seems I have everything but Something I Lack .
I Have a Heart to Give and a Hand to Shake ,
What's inside is above and I got nothing to Make.
My Walk has No End and The Destination Untold ,
A Lot of Anger in me Which is Yet to Unfold.
I Got No theme to wear Nor a Trend To follow ,
Its me , my sorrow and a bitter truth to swallow.
My zeal is lost and something in me has died ,
There's nothing left for me that I have tried.
All I want is a sleep , which has no certain end,
Want to rest in peace where there is no grief to attend .
