There is always a little feeling inside
One pebble at a time to fill the cup till the brim
With overflowing thoughts spilling out from within
It all seems so effortless that once was intense.
There is always a little hope inside
One rung at a time to reach the goal defined
Struggling to take each step till now
The last has finally arrived.
There is always a little laughter inside
One joke at a time to blow away the silence
Completing each sentence is also a task
But at least finishing each moment with a smile.
There is always a little butterfly inside
One flutter at a time to let go off the futile
Every difficulty seems to race the other in line
When the time comes it actually remains hostile.
There is always a little voice inside
One treble at a time to increase the volume of life
Higher the level, lower the frequency
In the end its all about speaking your mind out the way you like.