Where the all young dreamers lay, with the winds that won't tore them apart,
Speak louder so they can't hear the silence instead, turmoils and echos around my rigorous head,
Protect my February scars and melt with my memories..
Drops of syllhouettes depicted through red evening tone, inspite of greyness taken by crowds and life,
Anyone can write a poem. But it’s not so easy to write a GOOD poem.
And tides are still the same as they were, fluid numbers, one piece in folded milions,
Can we hold the distant horizon before the dawn fall down on us?
Tell me how have you endured? How would you still stand and deliver?
Don't close your eyes as you used to do..inhale and move on..
Someday we'll find a way to protect our dreams and seek our hopes,
Where the all young dreamers lay, with the winds that won't tore them apart,
Speak louder so they can't hear the silence instead, turmoils and echos around my rigorous head,
Protect my February scars and melt with my memories..
Drops of syllhouettes depicted through red evening tone, inspite of greyness taken by crowds and life,
Anyone can write a poem. But it’s not so easy to write a GOOD poem.
And tides are still the same as they were, fluid numbers, one piece in folded milions,
Can we hold the distant horizon before the dawn fall down on us?
Tell me how have you endured? How would you still stand and deliver?
Don't close your eyes as you used to do..inhale and move on..
Someday we'll find a way to protect our dreams and seek our hopes,