I will be Found
May be lost in the middle of everything
Surrounded by the smoke of a burnt down city
But I will be found, with a song of congeniality
Life will shine in a proximity
Who cares if nobody is looking for me
I am still way head of the crowd and walking to the sea
I will be found, and I ain’t going down.
© Akhand Singh, 2014 © An Empty Glass, 2014