As I stand, alone gazing at the rising sun
Far from my inner self that burns
I wonder, about those roads I have covered
I question, what should I rediscover?
The thoughts are hobnobbing in my mind
Without even giving a space for me to find
That which I have left far behind
Nevertheless the thoughts still grind
My soul is parched and dry
This does not even allow me to cry
As I think what else should I try?
In this world, then at last I sigh
In brief.......
I should conquer my own grief
Only then will I be bereaved
The only chance to re-live.....
So that when I stand alone again gazing at the rising sun
I know which way to turn
Grasping those duties which i had left undone
Only then can I also be a bright sun.
Far from my inner self that burns
I wonder, about those roads I have covered
I question, what should I rediscover?
The thoughts are hobnobbing in my mind
Without even giving a space for me to find
That which I have left far behind
Nevertheless the thoughts still grind
My soul is parched and dry
This does not even allow me to cry
As I think what else should I try?
In this world, then at last I sigh
In brief.......
I should conquer my own grief
Only then will I be bereaved
The only chance to re-live.....
So that when I stand alone again gazing at the rising sun
I know which way to turn
Grasping those duties which i had left undone
Only then can I also be a bright sun.
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