The strings of life are tied to pain..
And struggles here and there..
We try to make our joys regain..
Strength on pillows of care.
The fear of death redeems our doubt..
On platters of despair..
We seek for answers, looking out.
To hope, with deafened ears..
When our hearts seek pleasures and want..
Streaks of lust thus sets in..
In wanton dismay, we get burnt.
In its flames and its ruin..
The chords of silence plays a note..
That wakes us from slumber..
A sudden click, an idea floats..
Out of our brain signals..
We steer a new course, rest assured..
Of the new path we chose..
That in the end we'll be insured..
On destiny's repose..
And struggles here and there..
We try to make our joys regain..
Strength on pillows of care.
The fear of death redeems our doubt..
On platters of despair..
We seek for answers, looking out.
To hope, with deafened ears..
When our hearts seek pleasures and want..
Streaks of lust thus sets in..
In wanton dismay, we get burnt.
In its flames and its ruin..
The chords of silence plays a note..
That wakes us from slumber..
A sudden click, an idea floats..
Out of our brain signals..
We steer a new course, rest assured..
Of the new path we chose..
That in the end we'll be insured..
On destiny's repose..
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