~Anmol Verma
To be high or to be low.
Does it even matter now?
Going to the depths below.
Ever so fragile and low.
Waiting for my sunshine to bring me back to flow.
But seeing my sun lose its glow.
I finally close my eyes,
and let my tears flow.
Thought of flying through the clouds up high.
Fell down and through the river, now I dive.
