With much of wandering thoughts, The mind and heart settles for A sleepless night. Hearing from far away, The voice of hope, Knocking from within. Is it the dream that reminds you Of your desires Or your conscience guiding you? Be either, But to chase your dreams, Let your strength keeps you Awake and alive.
Fighting the tempest of darkness, Agone the fear of loneliness, He comes. In the sweven, Just the twain of us. The footpaths leading somewither, With our hands held. And his eyne said Not to worry about morrow On our way to The Paradise of love.