Pass by

There are two worlds I like to live in
But it's hard to choose any one
Both are special in their own way
All I need is that small magic
To light my confusing way
That will not be a happy ending
Cause there is forces holding me
Outside the happy worlds
Door of one is always close
And one I am not invited
Faith had kept me in this world
Where I am always wrong
Hanging by the hope of someday
Any one world will let me in
But still I will be crying
To let another pass by

By :- Gaurav Shrestha.
e-mail :- gaurav95@hotmail.com

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