Sans.

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.