To get my happiness I had done everything, But had done nothing to be blamed and accused of. The sound of footsteps became louder every day, Then I noticed the fact there was no time. I was a believer in life to be myself always, And was asking whether I would be alive. Give me a reason why not to adopt in this way, Or judge me to be guilty of so many incurable sins. Tell me why, or why not. complaining way too much, Maybe I overlooked something fatal for me.