With the early morning breezes , thinking is all black
With no hope of salvation, with more money to greedy love
Waited all long to the years of separation , she called off the roads to unholy journey
How are you ! Can I ask
How dare you , came reply
Unmasked faces with beautified smile
Fighting within , like firing hole
Wood never questions to be in flames ,
Sky never asks for why !
In this era of long lasting belief , I hear you
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