WALKING THROUGH THE MEMORY LANE
As I walk down the memory lane
I see a Queen in sorrow, a beauty crown in harmony strain
Singing to a beautiful pain
Harmonizing the strain, and agonizing the pain
All I hear is the voice of a little wane
The earth quakes! The ground shakes! The land breaks! The birth of Hurricane
Let the showers of blessing cry, all We just need is a little rain
That was a regime of the tyrant with a little reign
But what is the essence of a big head with a little brain?
It's vanity upon vanity! Vanity upon vain
Behold! The blood still runs in the carcass's vein
If Victory is won when Futility will play the mind game
Then the fruit of Futility is fruitful to fruiting of the mind gain
Only if the Heart could be poured, only if the mind rain
But if the head could accord then the brain can be made sane
The tale of a city with a lost name
She lost Her glory when the lust came
A clean affliction after the dirty game
Now She's filthy, a dirty Girl in the dirty game
Survival of whosoever looks fit wins the hefty game
It's a game of thrones, the royal rumble game
Successors keep dancing to the same tone, what a dance of shame!
If a brazen is brazen, how can He realize His shame?
A world of United Nations where nations are not even united; What a vain claim!
These Red Devils are only trying to make Manchester United! What a force game!
The disease increase is the sweet pain
The cold war, the hot game
The world peace is a world war, it's a peaceful war game
Where was peace before the war came?
It was living as a vainglory, the glorious vain
The glorious with the glorious fame
Now a priceless agony, the precious pain
What a world She is, a world of a lifeless dame
She's just a victim of pain
But wait!
Where did the flows go when the brain drain?
And how do the lands look like after the hurricane?
How can you define pain when You've never been in pain?
What is sanity when the mind has never been sane?
She's just a victim of pain
The Terrorized after the terror game
But remember the terrorist did terror risk just to stay ahead the terror game
Life is just a game, one have to stay ahead the game
Death is a game ahead the game, You just have to stay ahead all games
Her name is life, death of a lifeless dame
She's just a victim of pain
She used to be beautiful now She's just a beautiful pain
She was the becoming Queen before Vanity came
Being a victim of being a victim, She's just a victim of pain
Her mind is gone, Her brain is drained
Her Life is torn, Her world is pained
How can the Insane be sane? What would take off the pain?
These inquisitive thoughts give legs to my brain, the reason I walk through memory lane.
