The storm left its traces, Just like the uprooted trees, Thousands were homeless Detached from their genesis, It was only a matter of time The sunlight glazed Through the devastated shelter, A new beginning all it was Reminding us Tomorrow will be better...
Sometimes you do feel like an ice cream seller and try to please everyone, but unfortunately you realise that you were selling to the wrong customers...
Someday you'll be lost in that contact list, Someday you'll fade in that bright portrait, Your voice will disappear in that chaos, Those memories will be just memories..