The Thundering Herds

Sometimes it's hard to be me,

When you got a chance, you take it,

Only to find that it doesn't meant for you,

You cried, you lies, you failed,

Only to find there's a light,

To guide you back.



Love me, hate me.

It's only me,

It's hard to be yourself,

when everyone wants you to their best.

As i walked down the alley,

I realise it's only me,



I love you, Missed you,

But I have to let you go.



You're dead and I'm not,

We'll meet again, eventually,

Until then it's enough for you and me.



I'll walk up pride,

Though it sttill hurts,

because I'm with the thundering herds.