Hard as I try to clasp;
the more I realize.
The moments gone like a wasp;
will never come by.
Things which made you feel special;
have long gone by with sear.
Maybe the light of appraisal;
is darkness of wear.
I am a guy in a tunnel;
living on the memories of past.
Maybe the cries of wail;
will linger till I last.
the more I realize.
The moments gone like a wasp;
will never come by.
Things which made you feel special;
have long gone by with sear.
Maybe the light of appraisal;
is darkness of wear.
I am a guy in a tunnel;
living on the memories of past.
Maybe the cries of wail;
will linger till I last.