One lonely tree,
Kept asking me,
Why am i enduring,
The undefying serendipity?
One lonely bird,
Singing alone,
Praying to flee,
Pleeing to see.
One lonely crow,
Crows for sorrow,
For depression is what,
The art of one's heart.
One lonely person,
Sitting right beside me,
He talked to me and said,
Please be alive and not be dead,
For thy burden thy heart,
My heart commands,
For thy minds flee
And tie knots of depression and insecurity,
For you only can be,
The one you always wish to be.
Be a lonely,
Or be a happy,
Be whatever your hearts desire,
Dont be afraid of the fire,
For you have the sheild of the burning fire.
