Touched and Broken
Touched and Sliced
Touched and Cut into pieces
No more and Not much 
cannot bear more
its the expectations that crib not I
No more in a cradle can i play anymore
I need not hide..
Not that i cannot walk 
But its only your hand that i want to hold and walk.
no matter how much i brake 
even if i slice myself
Cut myself into pieces 
I may never be able to walk besides you..
Its True..