If trust is what matters,then here I stand..
Bare,without anything,just few words..
You can ask..
If it is what it is,then why it is covered in shadows..
Somewhere my heart knows it too..
There is no chance for the ones I saw once..
The way back home is long closed..
It's just as it is..
A lonely traveller's monologue..
A child seeking a little bit of peace,
To complete the journey and return home..
In this journey,may be we can be friends..
May be it doesnot matter to you..
But you matter to me..
That is what it is..
Issue of trust.
