The rise the fall From zenith of joy To the ocean of sorrow I fall I rise Sometimes the blood was thicker Sometimes the water I had my pain I had my joy Never did I show ,never did I hide I was rising I was falling as the tide Vengeance wasn't the case Perception was nothing to break Mercy! Mercy! I cried Now there aren't the tears Neither the heart,nor the pain Taken by the winds I rise I fall But still there was a hope "Stranger" was I called than Brutal I am called now But still I don't know how? Pointless was the argument They had drawn the conclusions For me it was just a case of illusion Every end was just a beginning I may fall but still I will rise one day!!