when no song feels like your own,
write the one for you.
a song about your scars,
your heartbreak, victories
and what led you here,
pen it all down.

when the heaviness in your chest
brings you down on your knees.
wrap your arms around yourself,
sit and cry until the tears run dry.

when the moon hides
and your window emits no light,
lit up your own handmade candles.
even a little flame can pave your way
in the darkest of night.

when on a rainy night,
you find no shelter to hide.
sit down in the mid of the road,
wait till the sun quenches its thirst.

when you look for some other hand
but find none, interlock your hands.
feel the warmth many have felt,
but you were never the one.

when on some of the nights
you don't wish to see the brighter side,
just whisper to your heart,
this is not the end. 

this is not the end
because this is not why you began.