Lost in the winds of thoughts,
swayed away to a land far yet know,
sometime I wonder where I stand,
in my memories, reminds of those,
cold and warmth which makes me
the man, sometime proud of who I am,
but I curse, the times which made me as I am...
The pain, which hurts me, like a dragger pierced in my
heart, hard to keep in, fatal to let go, with
all the burns scars of my memories, here I stand
remembering the beauty of love, which touched
my heart, and kept the warmth alive, in me
gives me the reason to stand in all the darkness and misery...
