There is every thing around.
Colours, music, sound.
But the music within,why ceases to play?
Colours, they come and scatter away.
These eyes around, how do I trust?
They want, like them, become I must.
The pages of life, now crave for ink.
It takes me somewhere- this march, this spring.
The light within is flickering.
Come, Don't let it die.
I've kept it lit, with faith, with love.
All along this while.
I know, there is, something bigger than us.
And it lies so small within.
I can't ever touch you, the wide sky, with these hands
But here in my eyes... See I carry you in.
