I am a dreamer of the day
but i guess I have lost my way
cause the wind again has changed its way
the tress are numb and are shedding
their young ones
I have wounded my soul as i have lost someone...
the winter is coming the birds have stopped humming
the sky has stains as the clouds have merged with the rains
but before yet again we all turn different ways
one last wind will summon the whole day
thy soul will fly with the young ones in the sky
but the dream will end as the night has come by
with the shadow of the moon I will take my last spoon
pack my bags and leave the rest as
I have to fill my quest of finding the answer of the
destiny and luck have played their best
but I guess its my turn to end the unrest..
I am a dreamer of the day but I guess I have lost my way....