On a fine sunday morning
Sat on a bus for a voyage to the land of dreams...

A voice with the scar of time
Existence I guess was far...

The sun is shining
Kiss of air...

Ignorance of the stars
As the blanket of the sky...

The silent sidewalk I took
Led me to a place of turbulence...

Seven days have passed
But you are not beside me...

Sued with vengeance in eyes
beaten with every beat being played...

Such a pensive state the clouds are in
It sits as a crown on the head of the mountain...

The roses and the thorns
The wind and the dust...

Came within a distance
to touch the horizon...

Evening downtown
what a majestic place...

Covered by smoke
Lost in the maze...