The words sound so real
Sincere lies...

Love has a warmth
I have been burnt...

When it comes to you
Caution i throw to the four winds...

Give me a place to rest my tired head
Never will i be restless...

The sweetest thing that cannot amount,
To a spoonful of yellow honey...

No more excuses, no more neglect, no more of what...

If i was down on my luck
And lost everything...

Rays of late realisation and enlightment,
Filter in through my mind's window...

Rocks and Stones staring at this path,
Of this road of life...

Oh Fate!
Master of coincidence...

Never knew.......
The way till i got lost...

Ashes to ashes
From the cosy womb to the cold tomb...