The old lady is sitting on the road alone Watching people go by They carry with them bags of memories Of pain n laughter and a time, that will never die.
Strangers carrying hopes and dreams Some long forgotten, some still lingering within Some looking forward to a bright future And for some even today is grim.
There comes a little boy His toy is broken, his eyes have tears His childhood was locked in a dark room Where there seemed no one to calm his fears.
A young girl comes insight Not as beautiful as the ones, she follows Though her beauty is innocent Seems like the society sent her soul to the gallows.
Frustration is what the man is carrying Of a broken home ,Neglected kids And a mind that has strayed The ground he dug to built his house Has now become a cemetery for his grave.
A woman walks behind him She's draped in loneliness, sorrows n regrets Her life has been a nightmare And the memory multiplies, the harder she tries to forget.
A walking stick as the only support Is an old man, walking step by step His children have disowned him now After 60 years in his home, with unconditional love them he kept.
They all walk upto the old woman N ask what she does waiting on the road Is she waiting for someone who never came? And listen to the words she repeatedly told.
Questions for all of you Is what my little old heart has Answer them to yourselves N realize how light your mind will feel, after I've asked.
Don’t you have love in your life? Or what you have is not enough? Haven't there been smoother times? Has the journey been always rough?
Have you not dreams to live for? Has the past killed the future for you? Don’t you have smiles to remember? Or friendships that were rare and true?
Haven't you made someone's day? Or with a touch, lessened another's grief? Hasn’t your presence made a difference? Or your silence comforted, when no one wanted to speak?
Have never you been out of your way? For that little something, that meant a lot? Didn’t you ever cry in somebody else's pain? Or eased a mind, which like yours had clot?
If yes is your answer To any of the questions above It is for me to know and for you to realize Apart from the worldly, you're blessed with god's love.
Remember, god never bestows upon us Problems which we wouldn’t be able to solve God trips us on the way up So we learn to stand, after we fall.
Let hope, prayers and faith Be in your life the guiding light Be grateful for what you have N not regret n long for, something which isn't insight
Be guided with your heart Be earnest when you pray and look upto the skies Circumstances may make you weak But strength is in believing, hope never dies.
