A man walking through the dark tunnel
Never again thought he'd see the day's dawn...

Ages speak and roll its time,
And never is her language known to us...

The roses of ambience buds thorns
Unto an ally it is given...

Fountain of hope is waning,
River of tears fills my heart...

At midpoint he stands,
Aloof with joggling thoughts...

Of blooming thoughts and dreams,
Of hopes to live to see the 'morrow...

Dancing in the rain of sorrows,
While basking under the shade of the fruitless...

Caught in a web of traps
That binds the hapless bird...

I am folded up and ready to be
Lit by fire by the edge...

Words are bleeding,
Kiss of the blarney is failing...

Sing to me the morn' song,
Play to mine ears the tunes of praise...

As we daily trudge on earth's surface;
Each phase fading, another arising...