Sings in the darkness of lessons,
Voices in the deep valleys of words.
So mild molten in flow, and suddenly,
Burning like past deeds of blank vision.
Shining trends through river of pride,
Pacesetters since high mountains.
Orange waters many want to feel,
But the bright fires won’t let it to.
No waters reflect this blue skies,
Only ways destined by future undefined.
Like a shining glass with broken ends,
Setting lives through black cotton windows.
Tied even knots of destiny altogether,
Tried even to trust the time.
Like millions feel, I do feel the same,
Lessons got churning in my ways.