After my past life of cries,
there is no way to see...

My thoughts drift like a tale of the sea,
when I scream...

There will never be a time,
when all should stand still...

Is Time an enemy,
as we well do say...

Love is a ray of sunshine through the dark,
It keeps someone's world from falling apart...

Like a tree bows to no one,
standing rigid and tall...

In my dreams I talk to you,
there is no sadness galore...

Nothing to find beyond the call,
there's nothing to see among the fight...

The sun is bright, during its sky flight,
showering its rays of gold...

Every other song or poem,
they say the same thing here...

One,
Nothing...

The soot upon my hands just symbolizes the ashes,
falling from the hairs of their eyes black lashes...