Memories...soft and distant, loved and unfelt, present in the dreams, absent actually.
Touch...in my eyes the truth is buried deep in, the winter rains left it cold probably.
What I see is what I fail to believe, what is believed is for nowhere to be seen,
Is it only me, or is it eternity, is what I feel is what there is or it is one untold story?
I wouldn't want to feel it's only me, it's not the world I'm afraid of- it's actually me.
There are a million dreams my little heart contains, desperate to find their similarity,
It won't be courageous if I'm scared to reckon what's me, asking questions, doubting my abilities!
The road is unending so are these dilemmas, sometimes so powerful to devour your beliefs!
I won't know if it was only me, I'm not a witness to everyone's suffering,
I can't say what they believed or tried to in those moments of uncertainty.
No, it's not only me; I'm sure there are many, who would be thrown in this vicinity,
But for sure there in, I want to be only me, with a system of my own faith,
Always trusting what happens is a way closer to my destiny!
Yes, it's me; I'm not afraid, for faith and determination will show me where I need to be,
It's me to support my self; I have the power to elevate my dreams.
The way is not ready to relent for it trusts my direction too much,
It will show the way to my destiny...!
It's only me to keep on believing my love, my devotion for you,
The rain has washed down my memories and my vision,
But I know you are there, right there waiting for me, around that door.
I know and I believe you were sent to me with a purpose,
That still hasn't revealed its destiny, like a setting sun beyond that shore.
