Walking with a heavy heart Am I moving from future to past? Those happy colours of life Are they being discoloured by continuos strives? Those frank laughs and talks And those innocent smiles and all Have they become just a memorable past? Where are they lost?
Those loquacious attitudes of animals and birds Those mischievous and puckish acts of children Are they spoiled by some frowning acts and words? Has it not changed the souls of millions and billions? To a great extent it cannot be disapproved by us Because it’s a true hush and rush Have they become just a thoughtful past? Where are they lost?
Why has it become difficult to trust somebody? Why no one is left trustworthy? Why for others we create instincts of hatred and jealousy? Why every soul is filled with fear, terror and cruelty? Where those days have gone? Have they become just a remarkable, memorable and thoughtful past? Where have they gone? Where are they lost? Where are they lost? We can only contemplate!
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where