FOLDS- the old and new..

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 fourĀ  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.