It was once called life
Something Skating on this earth of its own green grounds
Carrying so much dreams and hopes, that fell 6 foot underground
And it still gave breath
And it still gave smiles
We lost it all
We were afraid and young
And that's what makes this four cornered world of ours so safe
The blessing from both my plum and pan
Touching people's heart
I wrote this laying my soft and untouchable thoughts on my headboard bed
So it wasn't meant for you
Will our ethos echo across the centuries of life?
Will strangers hear our names?
And ask who we were
How talented were we?
How fiercely we loved?
So only dreams, hopes and imagination could fulfil their desires
Or a new chapter of theirs
Then the ocean of its own kind was all left to do, tears
And that's how young we were
But we still looked at the mirror with compassionate for who we saw
And at least we added our own alphabet to the world's ones
So here's mine
