HE IS IN DISTRESS

by Harry

Submitted by kratik lodha

There is a man who felt low, as such he’s kept in the claw,
And he’s getting wack, with every moment he go;
When he bring on he knows, he will be hindered by his foe,
But he had no choice, other than to let it go;;

Ooh! He is in such a distress,
Hmm why can’t he confess;
Ooh that he have to take rest,
Hmm in such a new cold place;

In his place where he dreams, his inner soul screams,
Sometimes he can’t even take, the charge of his deeds;
In the town by the subway, he already taken an another way,
And in smoke all of his thoughts are misgiven;;

Ooh! He is in such a distress,
Hmm why can’t he confess;
Ooh that he have to take rest,
Hmm in such a new cold place;

With a tie on his neck, he is walking through the black,
There his head is humming, before all the good things;
As coz’ no one knows about his catastrophe feeling;;

Ooh! He is in such a distress,
Hmm why can’t he confess;
Ooh that he have to take rest,
Hmm in such a new cold place;;;

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