Monday, August 1, 2011

My Enemy

I landed on the sands,
but no one lend their hand

As I stood up from the ground,
my heart gave an awful sound

I've tried to seek for comfort,
and failed because of lacking effort

How long should I stand like this,
I don't want to feel the sadness kiss

I've lost every chances that I have,
seeking true love that'll last

When will this abashed soul find shelter,
if it stand like a cowardly fighter

My fate seems to be very clear,
and these eyes began to tear

I'll die with no one beside me,
because I never defeated my enemy

My enemy is my fear,
and it killed the hope in me