I couldn't find any relief,
from plucking any of these rustic strings, with my numb fingers.
Far from playing three or four chords to make me feel all right.
So I set myself off tonight,
Driving through empty lanes, in the darkness.
Looking for a hand to hold.
Looking for an eye to stare for just five seconds.
A scent. A voice.
Looking for the whole picture.
For an answer to my prayer.
As the road resorts me to an empty crossroad,
As if God has answered me, shown in few directions.
For a moment, I came to a sudden realization, that;
Promises are meant to be broken and can never be kept.
Chances are bound to fail in moments of despair.
Battles are meant to be fought, not to run away from it.
And the truths are always hidden under all those bruises, only to be discovered when we dare to scrap them off, leaving the scars behind.
And by the time I had figured it all out,
The sun has risen again,
revealing the path,
of which road should I take.
But I choose to stay.
As I already have all the answers I need.