So many stories, that come and go
never stop coloring, every trace of your step
likewise, the presence of chippings meaning you.. uh..
scattered among the sheets of the story of your life
and now you're stuck amid the boisterous world
squeezed between black and white life...
while the time, don't want to wait
as the pulse of life, he would continue beating...
when the move stalled, and dark...
envelop your heart................
preferably now you start swimming
before you get swept up, rushing flow of life...
and don't ever feel, this is... the end of the world
as nobody else, the way to come back...
when your soul dims...
when the darkness embrace you...
leave a space to reflect...
and listen to the eyes of your heart may say
don't ever stop chasing
all your dreams
because this is not a end of the world
not the end of the world...
not the end of the world...
uh... uh...
