Don't know from where to commence,
Once our dreams becomes Ash in the Furnace,
And we just start losing all the sense,
And light shows us the phase of pretence,
Wrapping up all in the book of suspense.

Seems like we are completely shattered,
And we start feeling distressed and baffled,
During this privation, the life staggered,
Where the present appears to be scattered,
With the failure, the walls of heart are splattered.

No, not yet, our life has not end up yet,
We still have a lot to get,
But the...