Lost in midst of ambivalence, in shadows of failure we lurk
With a story begging to be told, on both ends of each smirk
With a story begging to be told, on both ends of each smirk
But the gleam in our pupils can't be contained
And the energy within us shan't be sustained
We'll crawl across the river we cried
We'll sing amongst the songs we sigh
As those, those who can't be controlled
Those who shall eventually run the world
yours truly, Raunala Maruti.
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