You ask yourself why We all are living here For what we are in bliss For what we suffer Everytime we revise Things from our past We become wise And our hearts never rust
Which thing is main? Which is true or false? Something can't be explained Something only God knows
There is shooting star It's falling for your dreams It won't fly so far From a cosmos streams Dying in athmosphere Turning into stardust A peace of poor star will stay in your heart
How to live the life Without breaking laws Something can't be discused Something only God knows