I take a
turn for every day I live in this road I tread. Under the scorching sun of
challenges, the terrors and tears for every storm, I’ll find shelter somehow
somewhere and at times, I’d just stand there or keep walking wasted, freezing
and wet.
Those were
the times, I was hurt, I was in pain, I fell…
Now, I’m no
lonely man, no lovelorn creature… I’m walking this road, knowing sooner or
later I’ll have someone else’s pair of shoes walking beside me. I’ll be waiting.
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