With the cold icy nights I stood
With the least ray of shine I stood
With the storm and strikes I stood
And with the drought and slides I stood
But I broke with your question and doubt
I broke with your sharp words that mount
I broke when you struck me with the shock
Of no longer being one of my part
Then I perceived it all as one big disaster
Like the naturals’ I put them in same cluster
Now this repeated two three four times
And I became an expert to dig the mine
With each bad experience I turned a bit blue
Yet I make better decisions may end up bad few
Now I look upto myself discovering fresh view
Every time I broke I stood up as new.