Dearly calm, this thunder blossoms,
The satan cries for my meander soul.
Winds of loneliness, spatter my mind,
relentless! I crusade for my goals.
Blinking or sinking? Something inside is burning bright,
Perhaps, its my soul that battles with might.
But after this lingering long, long time,
Some one finally shouts inside-
" Forget it fool! You have lost this fight."
Its not the loss, I ponder upon,
But the tide, that phased me wrong.
I'll not fall, sovereign you power,
Wink you power, Soon It will be my Hour.
The satan cries for my meander soul.
Winds of loneliness, spatter my mind,
relentless! I crusade for my goals.
Blinking or sinking? Something inside is burning bright,
Perhaps, its my soul that battles with might.
But after this lingering long, long time,
Some one finally shouts inside-
" Forget it fool! You have lost this fight."
Its not the loss, I ponder upon,
But the tide, that phased me wrong.
I'll not fall, sovereign you power,
Wink you power, Soon It will be my Hour.
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