I don't sing i write
Thoughts in my mind i recite
Sometimes emotions seems hard to catch
Juggling around with problems finding hard to act
this beauty of this place seems to be fading
Moist air on these walls ageing
Sometimes we hear up the lies wherein,
we already know the facts
at the middle of the night lost in our dreams
Silent this mind sometimes screams
Time has passed and we're grow
Still to show up and face the unknown
Is life over? or more to be shown
Moving around the city...