I am ready to give up,
But, there is a you to say you're not,
I still recognize you from long back,
a shadow, I know you are,
a shadow, you are nothing more than
A faded memory I haven't met.

I am ready to give up,
But, there is a you to say you're not,
I still recognize you from long back,
A shadow,
a silhouette,
From a place I knew once, a place from where I began,
I am ready to fall up, from when you said you'll make it through come what,
And yet today, here we stand,
Emptiness filled in my hands,
Knots six feet apart trying to stich the broken ends,
Pilled tired tries and 'the ends',
Yet here I am, up above all your words, lost in these winds,
Thinking where am I and how I'll end,
Why I am ready to give up when I thought
this could be the last chance to stich all those knots
that were six feet apart, and
broken hearts
that pilled tired tries and sobered emptiness in hands.