I searched around
going in and out
To look for the soul
Whom I can call my own
This was me.
But where M I ?
Like the shell inside the core
Sacrosanctly sleeps near the shore
Similar is the way I was taken care
When I was wit the souls that I know.
The shell always looked beautiful inside
But when the tides came
there is a fear that resides
Shell never wants to leave that place
But it cannot do anything
as its destiny or so called fate
So the shell moves with the tides and wave
Praying to the god that someday it will reach that same place.
going in and out
To look for the soul
Whom I can call my own
This was me.
But where M I ?
Like the shell inside the core
Sacrosanctly sleeps near the shore
Similar is the way I was taken care
When I was wit the souls that I know.
The shell always looked beautiful inside
But when the tides came
there is a fear that resides
Shell never wants to leave that place
But it cannot do anything
as its destiny or so called fate
So the shell moves with the tides and wave
Praying to the god that someday it will reach that same place.
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