Out of tomorrow.
But deep inside my heart
It's all sorrow.
The nagging pains of loneliness
Cut deep into my bone marrow.
Will there be tomorrow
To get me away from all sorrows.
When my heart retreat
At level zero.
I'm still unsure of tomorrow.
Whether to retreat
In order to get out of defeat.
For this I must know my feat
If not how am I going
To outwit any threats
Despite all fears of defeat.
Its no use to admit defeat
Until we lost all bids to live.
Though this is the end
But isn't the last ascend.
There's no last for all ends.
There's still a point of return
For a fresh turn in life.
~ Rb Salleh