Life is harsh in ways many,
I go on without traces of any.
Choices are many, chances are few,
Ends with eyes filled with dew.
I walked past you strong and cold,
Thinking what happened was so bold.
Later it hits me, I was wrong
I’ve pushed my limits,I am like a band,
Yet I am left empty and aching,
Gone with the wind are my last hopes of making,
Tried I have to make him understand, that
I changed myself for the one..
But he is gone far.. Far from my reach,
Now my voice only echoes within my peach.
My hopes are killed, I am exhausted,
Gone with the wind are those whom I wanted..