You have come from the fog
Due to find sense of life,
But the wall from the smog
Hide the powerful light.
You're standing on edge
of the cliff of the life,
Thoughts're coming strange,
Heart is catting by knife.
You just think who you are
and losing control...
You are falling so far,
Feeling nothing at all.
Just sharp gusts of winds
and cold slap of the rain,
They will take off Your tears
Will revive You again.
Extremely falling are getting slow down
and You understand all depths of the being.
Intricate thoughts will come little down
