As I walk down the aisle,
A resentfulmemory passes by,
Showing upon hidden scars,
Lost in the uninitiated past.
Scars of the innocence lost,
In moments of chuckles,
Chuckles of the unpolluted mind,
For sake of dreams felt like a lifetime.
Momental life felt like a generation,
Generation lived in peaceful existence,
The peace which gave no clue ,
Of the upcoming baneful coming.
Those moments came haunting,
Tepid words of the past,
Exploded like acrid warnings,
Breaking fairy tale laughters into salty tears.
Tears broke the faith,
And it broke the belief,
Belief of the knight,
And the belief of the armor.
Turned into an inept,
Loitered in its isolation,
Darkness was its ally,
And illumination its adversary.
Today the light of fate shines,
A hand of destiny calls forth,
Smiles of peace reappears,
And here I dream again.
But the apprehensions resides,
Fright of the unopened wounds,
I step forth to hold the prince,
Who holds a balm to all cuts.
But the happiness precedes some regrets,
Regrets in the delays for happiness to come,
Regrets of the hurts destined in the past,
Regrets of the wrongs that snatched the glory.
Glory was mashed up in the struggle,
Struggle which showed the thorns before the roses,
And the devils before the angels,
Angels who were to come but after the learnings.
I snatch your hand to fit into mine
And I wipe the tears of the scars,
Thank I fate to bring you to me,
Only remorse felt was of the devils of the past,
Whose heart wrenching prelude was necessary,
Before the Angelic Knight was to arrive.