That night was cold, and the wind had a chill,
That sudden discourse, of the silent windmill,
A heart too lonely, a heart in pain,
Wanted to give up all and just go insane….
Maybe it was bad time, maybe out of control…
Maybe it was worst time, maybe a downfall
A stage of life, a shivering knife.
A deadly…coldly…straining strife.
To flaunt like a swan…to dream for the stars,
To dance in that rain, to wash all the scars,
Maybe it was a hope, maybe it wanted to elope;
Maybe it was a charm, maybe it wanted more.
Out of all those moments…those breathless memories…
A soul inside, never wanted to be lonely.
But when the end has to come, no one can control…
Hopes die…tears sigh, a body separated by the soul…
Maybe it will come back, maybe life will find its way
Maybe if its just a bad dream, maybe I will wake up one day.