I'm getting lost
in the darkest of nights,
The search for light continues
In those golden mornings.
Day or night, there is loneliness,
I have a fight with myself.
still searching,
Those lost dreams
The heart yearning to wake up,
In the depths of my heart
Those dreams are lost, which used to reach out to touch,
just before my eyes,
They have gone away like dust.
The journey of colors has become blurred,
Smile like lost the fragrance of roses,
story of love and happiness,
Forgot in my memory
Only this loneliness remains,
with whom to fight
to find your identity,
You have to find yourself.
Now those lost dreams will wake up,
Will hold them in your eyes,
Will take himself to the old ways,
And will be filled with happiness again.
This is the color of life
Standing and singing with loneliness,
I kept searching for the lost
But taught to find myself.

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