I am still alive.

By Ninad Dighe.

Standing in front of the mirror,
I see nothing but blood,
God I am glad that it hurts,
It keeps reminding me, I am still alive.

Standing below the dark sky,
I see the stars smile upon me,
I have been asking, am i alone?
All cease their smile, but said nothing,
But I am glad, I am still alive.

I see the mushroom could of dust settle,
I see those people now, whose lives
now don’t matter.
I ask God, what wrong have they done?
Waiting for an answer, I am still alive.

I see guns in their hands instead of toys,
I see no fear in their eyes,
Neither do I see life in their lies,
I wonder how mean men can die,
But I am glad, I am still alive.

I see them sweat,
To loose that fat,
And I see those arms,
Asking for just another day.
Well I am glad, I am still alive.



I see the babies smile,
I see the kid forced to open her legs wide,
Now I wished I wasn’t alive,
Everyone has to die one day,
And some have to die everyday,
But I am glad I am live.





I see people lost but in truth,
I wonder has God asked them to kill?
I see them die for no cause at all,
And I ask myself does it hurt to be alive?
Now I hate to see the color of blood,
But it tells me I am still alive.

I tell myself, we got a world to run,
One day for sure its all going to end,
The world has bled enough, has suffered enough,
Now it can take no more,
But I am glad we are still live.