We are the 400 thousand sons,
making a nation on our shoulders.
We might be the lesser sons of great fathers,
but we shall walk bold under tomorrow's bright sun.
We hear them talk of society's rust while they rest,
but nobody knows,
that we'll hold the earth on our shoulders,
we can carry it all in easy strides,
singing on with no need for a livery or a flag;
We're all tomorrow has waiting for, at her door,
and we shall return to the world, more than we've ever taken,
in all.

The sunlight through your hair,
ever mesmerising, reshaping my world on its own.
May I live by the shades in it?
may I die in its ember folds?

Some days fly by on,
in sweet whiffs of butterfly wings,
a buzz of immortal song fills on,
a slow dance under blue skies, as the day flies on.

A dream, a cloud of steam,
a spoonful of laughter and a happy gleam,
the rain fills in a harmony as it pours,
yellow light brightens up,
a slow brushstroke, humming with life.

Caught by a breath, like early dew on sliver threads,
soaring in the sky, thoughts fly on.
white as a cloud, a dove taking flight,
dew trickles on , setting in dreams as they go.
the day goes on, winding all along,
as the heart mellows on, before the light is gone .

Dead leaves, on dead roads,
we walk on blind, living dead beat lives.
dead dreams and dead hopes,
sulking in fear, of death kissing us all.


Dead songs, of dead deeds,
we struggle on, in life's sweet grasp.
For a hope, a ray of light,
we pray on, on dead knees at dead walls.

Waiting under the sun,
here comes that rain again;
drenching in the hopes lost deep down,
we stand praying on, for the sun and the stars.

You walk away slow, from all you held close,
the rain drizzles on, the wounds drench on,
the splatter in your face tears to the very soul.
about all that is left behind, when it was all one's to be,
when the clouds were only shapes of hearts and smiles,
when it was only you and the sunny skies to be.

The coin in the air, a glint of luck,
neither here nor there, all fortunes still far away.
When the clock is stuck, a momentary flash,
on the edge of a blade, many a fortune hang.
Between the odds and the toss, lives revolve,
destiny is made, fortunes lost.
The uncertainty at hand, a master of it own,
building castles in the air, breaking faith and hopes.

there's a weeping wall inside us all,
there's an unforgiving thought lingering on.
There's a never ending road, winding all along,
there's a fiery soul on the road, walking all alone.

There's a wind rustling the trees on the road,
there's a sun waiting to sink in the sky.
There's a star waiting to shine in the dark,
there's a smile waiting to let itself a laugh.
There's an eye in the sky, watching it all,
there's a lie in the soul, killing us all.
There's a God waiting to end it all,
there's is man, wanting to live it all.
There's a dream, a glimpse of victory, a goal,
there's a tide waiting to rise, inside us all.

There's an undying thought, slithering on,
there's a prison in the mind, caging on.
There's a ray of hope, leaking through,
there's a glint of heavens, pouring through.
There's a mirror on the wall, staring back,
There's a scar in our hearts, bleeding us all,
there's a hope in tomorrow, calling us on.