Without wings I fly
under the carbon sky
the wind tries to catch me
the breeze sings me lullabies

the night speaks me of death
I say what's life without a little risk
at the corner, I turn
As life bades me the final kiss

I take the last breath
I hear your voice and your cry
tonight ends the 'rational' in me
I smile, 'everything is possible if try'

He talks to me of death
like a beautiful love song
There is poetry in his words
but there is none for which I long

We have our last supper
In fact, I feed him the last morsel
He tells me of his life
and that there is time for the final call

I ponder over the last words
and wait for him to fall
there is freedom in his breath
but it smacks of alcohol

I remember we had the last drink together
and had blamed the hot weather
His company is a disease, he tells me
His last words: Don't forgive me brother.

None can save him, he is gone
truth prevails always
even if it's wrong
even if it's wrong

I have to rise above pain
I have to rise above loss and gain
I have to rise above sufferings
I have to stop worrying

There is no point analysing
or wait for a divine intervene
There is no point fearing the inevitable
or wait for the final call

I have to go through this friction drill
and find a way through this innumerable trials
I have to endure more
and free my soul

There is no time to regret
or space to go on a voyage
I have to drench in the light
to free the bird in the cage

When you were busy to die
life passed you by
now you want to live
but you don't know how to fly

I see myself hanging
I see myself crushed
I see myself soaked in blood
in a corner of my cozy bed

I thought I can change life
But life changed my thought
In pursuit of a saviour soul,
I failed to save my soul

Now often in a corner of my mind, I ponder
does death pain more or life?
If suicide is a sin, what is love?
and if sin still exist when there is no life?

He tells me there is peace in death
I ponder on it
as I see myself again
in the darkness of my ever-changing labyrinth.

Their eyes are of different shades,
some have a tinge of blue,
some are green and red.
their ravaged peace and bruished innocence,
peers out of their soul.
I can almost hear
the silent clash that they randow do
Some day all will fall silent
either with a bullet or a blow