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.
The shrine of Madonna stood tall, The high king’s rapier fell down, not anymore was he the young prince, for he was devoid of all feelings. The shrine of Madonna stood strong, The high king’s blood washed the ivory pedestal,
A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar
There was thunder in the hut teeth clattered under the ground. Handcuffed you walk in inequality to qualify for hanging till dead. I may not tell myself what was happening to me. Moving in opposite direction the bird was able