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