Make it turn back If it is falling apart Make it hold tight If it just slipped from you Make yourself worthy of it Only your soul can be imprinted to it.
From the origin of human race, In the reckoning of all the sins you will be facing God’s face. Believe that it belonged to you As It was always yours Just lost somewhere around Somewhere in the crowd But You already knew you are its real owner You owned it . If time comes, you can be its slave. Like you are born to be rooted to it. Like You take every single breathe only for it Make it your zenith. Certainly, there will be dawn of the truth. And it will be yours.
Just imagine How you ever wished for it? Did you ever? If yes then it’s meant to be yours forever. You are destined to be with it till the eternity. Create and write it in your destiny. Stop being a waver for the fidelity.
If you lost the faith ,then you are perished. It is the audacity of dashing hopes That makes us rise above all After all it’s the life that need to be cherished.
Sing it along as your last song. The last song of hope, believe and love.
Some things in life don’t make sense In your mind you make a fence To keep the bad out is hard Said the Broken Bard You might believe in something Think it’s love when it’s a fling Think that tomorrow’s
It was a cloudy sky Drizzle had just stopped softly On this enchanting evening, I was lined lucky As there was an ugly beggar who deserved care, swiftly I stopped my car before that hotel where sometime I used to
An idea aroused again In the very hope to become li’l sane An idea has aroused again As a solution to this disordered mind or brain the plan is to write some rhyming line with figure of speeches just quite