Colours of uncertainty and complexity of human thoughts only blinds the mind from facing realities
Postponing the happiness for tomorrow is like sitting a rolling ball in the dark shadows of reality that kills the heart of certainty
As we walk our own separate ways
Keep singing like the songbird not to miss the rhythms of purpose

Oh! what shall I do, for I have crossed the river
Returning back is a painful journey and my strength may fail me
The ground am standing is shaking
Thus I become a victim of man and nature
The blowing wind has separated my legs
While the rain bounced heavily on my roof

And now my body fights against me in the midst of my harvest
Oh heaven, open your cloud and unleash rain
To wash away the memories of the V conspiracy
I need your touch in this season of my confusion
And let your heavenly bodies bear witness
To my untold story

Oh! Greatest, if I had paid my dues
Deny me not my harvest
Come and restore my soul
For my heart longs for your divine involvement
Set a special season for me where all dream killers will be asleep
And let my smile tells the story in their dreams.