On a fine sunday morning
Sat on a bus for a voyage to the land of dreams...
A voice with the scar of time
Existence I guess was far...
The sun is shining
Kiss of air...
Ignorance of the stars
As the blanket of the sky...
The silent sidewalk I took
Led me to a place of turbulence...
Seven days have passed
But you are not beside me...
Sued with vengeance in eyes
beaten with every beat being played...
Such a pensive state the clouds are in
It sits as a crown on the head of the mountain...
The roses and the thorns
The wind and the dust...
Came within a distance
to touch the horizon...
Evening downtown
what a majestic place...
Covered by smoke
Lost in the maze...