A life without you. . . . .
When the birds sing and wake up the sun,
Folks walk down the meadows and run,
Her heart sings the melancholy charms,
She wishes he comes to stich her shattered dreams,
Holding her broken heart she remembers,
Her dear, who left her with these tears
When it dusks and the stars twinkle,
Warm breeze blows and the moon jingles,
Pearl like her wet eyes sparkle,
Slowly she wipes them so nobody knows,
Holding her broken heart she remembers,
Her dear, who left her with these tears.
In winter when trees n greenies smile,
Flowers of all colours dance to please divine,
Sitting in the dark shadows she cries n smiles for one,
Though she knows moments passed never to come,
Holding her broken heart she remembers,
Her dear, who left her with these tears.
When the crockeries break the house listens,
Cries of her to god, seldom reaches,
The flowers that have wilted will never blossom,
But she hopes to go against the divine reason,
Holding her broken heart she remembers,
Her dear, who left her with these tears
We meet many folks in this world,
Some find place in heart and reach beyond,
Benevolence of them left for her sweet moments,
He walked away leaving only memoirs to cherish,
Holding her broken heart she remembers,
Her dear, who left her with these tears,
And holding her broken heart she fights,
Against all odds, she has to defeat the almighty