For we are broken, not bent.
Our hearts are taken, not lent.
We may be
the misfits, we may be the rebels,
But atleast, we don't live in those mere shells.
We may
think different, we may desire.
You may find us wearing an unusual attire.
We may be
the outcasts, we may be the troublemakers.
We may be the boxless ones, we may be the shakers.
But we are
broken, not bent.
Our hearts are taken, not lent.
Do not take
us to be defeated,
Do
not think our hopes depleted.
For we have
nothing to lose,
And
nothing to gain,
We are the
ones,
Who
set fire to the rain!
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