In my place where the people are awake,
lies a sound of sleepness where things are at stake,
with love and moment of stride, they live with the heart of stone...
to be the one they call a snake....
Yesterday is gone and so is today,
with spark in his eyes,
life was never so gray..
slowly the green is in his brain,
as he sucks the final, carries the cold inside...
pitcure forgotten is in his mind ..\comes alive with every tick of clock...
and the mind begins to chime...
memories fade as the time goes on but the soar still remains.
to his savoiur the treachorous god is in vain...
for him to stay the world is full of pain.
he shivers alone for the warmth
but the coldness prevails...
things around were never so harsh as they say..
a dream so mysterious craves him away...
a new born star with a leaf in his hand...
to climb the highest mountain, he fears away...
can it be a ray of light or spark for the ignition...
he holds the fire within himself and the time passed away.........
rolling into dark, he is into unknown,,
and he becomes a burning star...
indeed a burning star....
