A shout in the far away horizons,
breaks the hazy morning sleep.
the rusted wings take to the skies,
the heart beats a thousand drums that lay asleep.

The moment shall run away soon before it begins,
the seconds of today fade fast into the past.
the dreams take birth and die in the blink of any eye,
faith is a loony tune, to be whistled along the path of life;
all time shall freeze in our head,
as the heart beats a dying rhyme.