Today when I looked at him,my father,I just felt,what I am..
A doll,from one hand to another,all my life I have been passed on like that..
So casually someone can make me feel,I am their responsibility,
And I would just bow down my head,and accept in silence,then look away..
Donot dream big,donot think of the moon,donot aim something that is out of your limit..
And I am silent,really I donot dream,for my dreams are nightmare..
I donot try to reach for the moon,how would I even reach with my broken arms..
Silently I await another storm to come,and to be destroyed again in this world of love...
For I am a doll,talking,feeling,yet silent,detached..
Who wished for nothing,hope for nothing,yet longs for love..
