Still... (a draft from the past)

tired of seeing different faces of this world..
tired of betrays.. tired of being lost in love..
I'm just tired of finding a true face in the crowd of imposers..
tired of everything i had faced.. just I'm tired..
tired of asking questions to every one..
tired of waiting for the people to come..
tired of waiting for my death to free me..I'm just tired of everything..
still a hope is alive that someone true lives out there..
still a hope of love is alive inspite everything finished..
still a child is spreading a message of love and happiness to this brutal world..
still he prays to God to shower mercy on the world..
still he thinks about others..
still he is finding the reasons to live..
yet he is happy for what he has got.. and what was stolen from him...
although through a lot of sacrifices still somewhere a hope lives..
still somewhere love lives.. still somewhere a child lives..
within him...