The Rise and The Fall

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!!


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