It strikes me as a bright day
Till i felt the cold breeze of despair
For i have lost yesterday
And tomorrow still holds its fears
And my mind is unrest
For the bitter part of myself i try to hide
And for every move i pretend its a test
But the cold breeze on my face is still felt
And at the end of days my steps not be wiped off
For i shall walk on a path that engraves my footstep
But i shall not walk alone
Till night fall i shall be put off