A flower that blossoms is worthy of life
It's beauty and presence hogs the limelight.
The warmth of the sun warms up my face
While the breeze holds me gently in its icy embrace.
Seconds of silence are tranquil and serene
Sites of beauty which I have not seen.
A generation of hopers, believers and dreamers
But sometimes we feel were all inbetweeners.
Our lives are filled with thoughts and ideas
Yet we hide from the sniggers, we hide from the jeers.
We all choose our paths to lead us to glory
The pain and the laughter are part of lifes story.
