I will create rainbows , my butterflies Don’t be hurt I’m not frail don’t be scared I’m brave for thee don’t be sad I’m still not broken try harder you there I’m still left with life don’t give me the garden I’m still sure to bloom slash away my dreams I’m going to drive the horizon didn’t craft me worthy I’m not staying worthless didn’t grant a true friend I’m still standing no more ill bow each fantasy into a nightmare I’m still going to beam all sunrise sure don’t craft a living love I’m still sure to survive myself better be even an orphan I’m sure still to create my living dream With every descend with every dagger through my back with every tear and the gibberish streak with every pal and I still a washout with every ruthless statement of mother with every egotistic thought of father with every essence of abhorrence in eye of my sibling Sir I will still on my hold create rainbows and butterflies -khushi.
