As the time passes by
Beautiful hearts seem to cry
Colourful moments turn monochrome Dungeons of pain hidden at home Ecstasy one wants to find
Fallen apart still trying to bind
Golden locks bound to gates
Hunting keys to open those fates Imagination running wild
Jubilant, wanting to turn into a child
Keeping an account of memories to cherish
Lost hopes seem to perish
Misty nights are bound to happen Night souls are left abandoned Obnoxious feeling taking control
Peace is craved by the soul
Queer notions heavens notify
Roads to destination exceptionally high
Sour with wounds unable to fly Turning to find a solution
Unaware of the future
Vainly looking for warmth in cold
We have to find our lost soul.
© aastha1907
Résoudre : French (resolve)