Here I am
At the door kept azar
The Storm let in
The half burnt thatch is threatening to get swept off of my head
The walls trembling, may be I'll be left with no curtain or shade
May be the thatch will reassure me and stay
May be the walls will prove themselves good to last till D Day.
This once I stand brave with nothing to loose.
If it ditches again Life will not choose me.... Life will be what I choose.
Not afraid to loose the half burnt hut anymore
If you bring it down... I'd say "Come beat me life. ...encore "
For I'll walk lighter with no hut to guard or come home to.
The world will be my home...my home will be a dream I'll be reborn into.
This is a sequel to The Storm Knocks .....
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