Now I have got,so much to write,
now that I have gone through times hard n tight,
Now I know what means, to manage a smile,
Its hard even to let it stay for a while..
Now I understand what makes one cry,
And not able to come up, how hard be the try,
Now I know the pain of a river aghast,
to meet its beloved ocean, so swift and fast..
Now I don't condemn the poets,for their melancholy,
For it has got love in it, so sacred and so holy,
Its now that I do not, dare to curse the bees,
for their search for flowers ending into trees..
Now I know how much deep, can be inside a lake,
how people can fool you with faces oh-so-fake,
Now it feels how it is, to be left all alone,
in a desert full of storms with no path to be shown..
Now it grieves my heart, to see people in pain,
for my agony comes, to my mind all again,
Now it surprises me to hear, a talk of true love,
see how my own life, has made me so tough..
Now I light up when I hear a word of praise,
I first see for the motive, hidden behind the face,
Now I do not talk of, the great heights of love,
Truly, seeing the depths, its quite a task so tough..
Now I fear going out alone in the night,
who knows when the moon even gets out of sight,
Now many things have swapped their places indeed,
But there is this gem of a thing, that i still need..
Still I crave for love, my only love I say,
With all my heart I am waiting, waiting for that day,
The day he ll bring back the faith in my love,
the day he ll say I love you, life will cease to be tough..
The day he ll hold my hands, and take me all along,
the drift pf time then,would not seem to be long,
The day he ll look straight and deep, into my eyes,
Yes, it will be the end of darkness and start of day bright..
now that I have gone through times hard n tight,
Now I know what means, to manage a smile,
Its hard even to let it stay for a while..
Now I understand what makes one cry,
And not able to come up, how hard be the try,
Now I know the pain of a river aghast,
to meet its beloved ocean, so swift and fast..
Now I don't condemn the poets,for their melancholy,
For it has got love in it, so sacred and so holy,
Its now that I do not, dare to curse the bees,
for their search for flowers ending into trees..
Now I know how much deep, can be inside a lake,
how people can fool you with faces oh-so-fake,
Now it feels how it is, to be left all alone,
in a desert full of storms with no path to be shown..
Now it grieves my heart, to see people in pain,
for my agony comes, to my mind all again,
Now it surprises me to hear, a talk of true love,
see how my own life, has made me so tough..
Now I light up when I hear a word of praise,
I first see for the motive, hidden behind the face,
Now I do not talk of, the great heights of love,
Truly, seeing the depths, its quite a task so tough..
Now I fear going out alone in the night,
who knows when the moon even gets out of sight,
Now many things have swapped their places indeed,
But there is this gem of a thing, that i still need..
Still I crave for love, my only love I say,
With all my heart I am waiting, waiting for that day,
The day he ll bring back the faith in my love,
the day he ll say I love you, life will cease to be tough..
The day he ll hold my hands, and take me all along,
the drift pf time then,would not seem to be long,
The day he ll look straight and deep, into my eyes,
Yes, it will be the end of darkness and start of day bright..