As the day hides behind the shadows of time,
the world seem to have stopped the run...
When the music of the uncaring world vanishes in the silence of the dark nights...
when the beauty of The Night Queen s no longer admired...
Aching spine shouts in a low voice to rest...
In response... the old and aged lips make a promising smile...
the world seem to have stopped the run...
When the music of the uncaring world vanishes in the silence of the dark nights...
when the beauty of The Night Queen s no longer admired...
Aching spine shouts in a low voice to rest...
In response... the old and aged lips make a promising smile...
As i lay down on the empty streets... where civilized humans never gaze...
not frightened by the fear of loosing the property i own...
as i lay down on the dark nights when the beauty of The Night Queen s no longer admired...
my eyes lids fall in love with each other... the little light i see slowly fades away...
the long roads of life that have bought me here seem to run further...
not frightened by the fear of loosing the property i own...
as i lay down on the dark nights when the beauty of The Night Queen s no longer admired...
my eyes lids fall in love with each other... the little light i see slowly fades away...
the long roads of life that have bought me here seem to run further...
As i lay and sleep...
i hear a voice from deep with in...
Plough the oceans of misery for a little while to harvest the pain...
Till the sweat from ya brow runs hand in hand with your tears...
running down your eyes, as if marking a boundary mark on ya dirt filled face...
Dreams no longer seem to bring joy, but pain...
Pain that promises rest sometime later when the day runs after the night...
No one cares whether i lay down asleep to see the day again or be stuck in my dreams forever...
A voice that serves pain as truth to be accepted...
As i run behind the voice on the oceans ...
Deep in to the heart of the barren oceans...
Ploughing the blues of my dream to harvest the eternal sunshine...
My weak heart trembles as the bright day light pierces my eyes till my dreams are disturbed...
Its the day... The world runs as it was... Never to care
My old spine shrills... Pull ya gear up and keep moving...
After all thats what i have been doing when i actually started running behind the long roads that end nowhere...
Deep in to the heart of the barren oceans...
Ploughing the blues of my dream to harvest the eternal sunshine...
My weak heart trembles as the bright day light pierces my eyes till my dreams are disturbed...
Its the day... The world runs as it was... Never to care
My old spine shrills... Pull ya gear up and keep moving...
After all thats what i have been doing when i actually started running behind the long roads that end nowhere...
I Am The Old Man You See On Roads...
The Old Woman That You Reject To Help...
The Same Old Man Who Lies On The Road Sides...
I Am The Reflection of You !
I Am The Deserted Father and Mother !
I Am A Human Robbed of His Love !