Torn pages of the book!!!!!!
Don't search for me in gardens green
You won't find me untill you search within
I'm right where you left me, now stop searching
My tiny little brain isn't just properly working
It seems to be wondering and just can't comprehend
What you want me to do after destroying
Which book are you reading? When the pages you have torn.
Where you searching for stories? When ink in the pen's running dry.
Trust is a boat built of wood
A little hole in the boat makes it sink
A little hole in trust makes relationships sink
I trust you and follow on
Like a child who blindly trusts his father
Holding hands and walking miles with trust piled
You have experiences rich
Diverse enrichmennt of mind and soul
I trust you for all your wisdom and learnt skills
Undoubtedly i just keep walking behind
For i know the destination you leading me to is fairly mesmerising
You are the master of the troop you leading through