| One day I wake up from the sleep, By hearing an alas in deep, I stood up and look around nut no one, I found I thought, who is crying may be somebody dying, Suddenly my heart move fast, It is the voice of dying hope I revive the past by turning the nobe.We does nothing which have worth, and are not behave to earth, We are running in the known Direction, As making statue without image of perfection, I lost friends and lost amiability Should I’ve to feel guilty, my mind split into parts by making different kind of charts,Don’t know what to do and how to initiate, I think more & more do the problem great……… I lost my elation and lost my all creation, who can give it me back I found no one near to me on my track. Who put his hands on my shoulder and give back my hope, put all my need and dreams together and in tie them in a rope…I did not sleep that night even I keep on fight, With all my feelings even I keep on trying, B’cos its not sound of anyother |
