myself

skies are blue, leaves are green?
here i am deliberately thinking,
who am i? what i am?
the anwsers, i want to confirm.

having life, but i feel i'm gone
seems like i'm all alone
being nobody, without anybody
is there anyone who cares for me?

tears from my eyes fell down
my head is in big frown
the world is round
why still i'm in the ground?

why life is so unfair?
a question i always utter
being deprived of anything
of love, of friendship of everything

seen in one corner,
a man is a pretender
smiling beyond the tears of sorrow
waiting for a better tommorow.

As i kneel down and pray,
i hear a voice, say
Be firm and believe
not be weak and be brave

here comes a day
the nobody became somebody
strong enough he is today
believing that everyday is a brand new day

Look where he is now?
mingling in the world anyhow
to be stiff and firm, he promised to himself
he is nobody but myself