It made me upset,
When one give I should accept;
My prides rotting in hell,
My soul along with it had fell;
My dignity I've thrown,
I died thinking it drown;
I bleed because I failed,
So I watch my hands being nailed;
And I thought I'll never grow,
I was wrong because now I know;
Its not a bad thing at all,
Its not bad to admit I'm small;
Being given don't mean hopeless,
Neither mercy for loneliness;
Some think its holiness,
Others for plain madness;
It doesn't matter the reason behind this,
Everything will stay just as it is;
Rather you and I should be smiling,
Because life started out of nothing;
