From the seasons of my dreams from my nightmare's lies
The story that blossomed that of two lives
The figures of ignorance and serenity
The turbulence of passion and jealousy
The eyes that were never empty the gaze like a maze
Now they are but stoned a hollow well remains
The anger of emotions a wall of pain
A separation with no ending
The revenge of power outburst of pride
Secluded it stood quite confused with apathy
The breeze filled with noise the silence with rage
Tears are like blood crawling behind is joy
Unturned chapter of pure evil
No hope no peace
Such power possessed by god often not discern on earth
Like heart full of vengeance like breath full of vanity
A rock swinging itself river flowing to a cliff
In seconds life is full everything experienced is met
Hero they call it one with cold luck of aloofness
Yet back there is sadness and an attempt to be real
The figures no longer move for a wave needs a current
A leaf needs some air,
Without it all is forgotten all is still
Frozen, till the fire burns the ashes of memories which runs in these veins
What is lost is gone like time never to return
Nor will despair or happiness undo the fold
For knots once tied ever cut leave deep scars forever to remain
Up until there is one attempt to regain at life
When the reins of life are torn and ready to be buried
A leap toward the thread with last inch of strength
Holding it for a sight a moment fulfilling a lifetime
The truth is revealed when dust is cleared off old doors
The path that was not crossed was never broken
For once again there will be a life another attempt to be alive.
