Alike in agony
And why don't you like crying? Is it because no one is there To comfort your agony? Or did they term it as disgrace? And if you ever find yourself; At crossroads, do remember this! Even I want someone to, Hold my hands in crowded place With the fear of losing me. To pounder like thunder, To dance to the sound of air. Because you and I are alike. And the desert whispers Your name or mine, That's yet to be determined!