In this lunatic round
Where am I playing? Where am i playing?
In this crowded ground
Sins of my past, follow till last
Make me weak and break me like a twig
Hands are helping in the darkness
Can't hold them is my weakness
For me hope is like a sun
Rises during the first and sets for the rest
But it always be there, in me, with me
Till I stop revolving it
It's not my dream, it flows in my bloodstream
This is truly raw, will burn the useless straw
This is truly raw, will burn the useless straw
Will happen, will happen, will happen
Someday.........
-Ram
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