Finding place, finding position
Buried under millions and billions of grey
All dull by commons, similarities retain
I am a bead moving against the grain
Striving hard, pushing my way through the crowd
Every silent face, dull and pale and grey
Overshadowed by winners
And I shall rise above the ocean of grey
And fill them with colour, at least some if not most
And i am a speck in this world
Crying to be seen and to be heard
originally written by,
asha kim
1927
18th may 2010
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