Down the memory lane, Walking on the green pathway, Running hand in hand, Along the blue line, Listening to the singing birds, Watching the waves, Tapping in harmony with the melody, Feeling the gentle touch of the breeze, Causing the arrival of spring, Suffusing color to our being, Here am I climbing up in the lap of nature, Playing hide and seek with the blazing red, Basking in the glory of happiness, Enveloping me in serenity;
Preserving them with care, Moved ahead in my life, Unaware of the storms, That devastated my life, Hopes flying out of my Self, Desires leaving me in dark, Voice from within strike hard, Instigate me to look for the precious;
Dreamt of my paradise, Found my preserves, Empowered by them, Fought the adversities, And rebuilt my life.
The road breaks here. Give me something to heal the fractured earth. Angels are too much for me, the gash turns inward ripping apart eternal vigil. They head into the burning books and then explode themselves on wet sands, generating
I’m coasting down the mountain, I drank my way to the peak, now I’m on the descent, Freezing on the outside while burning up within, I’m attempting to take back my personal consent, This rope made up of hope has