I recently found myself all alone
Thinking about the world.
I'm destroying my way on my own...
Could all these troubles return?
The life has a habit of being unfair,
And a small part of people get out in clear.
So who is guilty of people's misfortunes?
Of our misfortunes!!!
I'm dying from the silence,
My soul is breaking to pieces.
So what if we all are sighting
By those who are really breathless?
I think that my failures is a revenge from me
To my terrible future or past
When all my troubles would leave me away,
Could I be happy at last?
Answer the question that torments me now:
Will our actions be judged?
Could we have chance to avoid the breakdown?
Otherwise in the end we shall grudge!!!
I'm dying from the silence,
My soul is breaking to pieces...
So what if we all are sighting
By those who are really breathless?
There is nothing more to loose...
Ever comes the time to choose...
But where to find the absolute eternal truth?