Separating me from my dreams just like that,
I don't know where God has hidden himself,
I don't know when I lost myself
How do I live, even my soul is away from myself
I don't know where God has hidden himself,
I don't know when I lost myself
How do I live, even my soul is away from myself
Why do my paths ask me where is my home ..
Why does knock ask me where the is door
Why does knock ask me where the is door
Paths which have no destination,
Find me, now I live there only..
Find me, now I live there only..
My heart is somewhere and heartbeat somewhere else,
My breaths are there but don't know why I'm not alive..
It became sand and flowed from my hands,
such that my luck is spilled everywhere..
such that my luck is spilled everywhere..
How do I write a new tale,
I can't see the ink of grief to write with
The paths I chose was my will
Then why do I remain angry with myself..
Then why do I remain angry with myself..
O man, the World is as big,
as the lines on your forehead
as the lines on your forehead
The order of the God is not erased.
Why do I wake up
my dream is made alive, by others ...
my dream is made alive, by others ...
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