Low on the ground
Low on the ground And world around Was high for me Till I wanted to astound Let's rewind to the date of my wound That day on my path The war and its aftermath. Like life's wrath What was it ? A black kit? It was grey Reminded me to make hay Is it you or is it me Who are you? Or Who ami? On my defeat I looked from top to bottom. It started from my feet. But not to greet You yourself will understand next you meet. Just movie around it. It mustn't be concrete I tried to shrug through my feet It came back ,repeat Not my past I learnt it was The way it writes my past And future getting its impact Low on the ground Was the last Who supported me to move fast.