Stolen...
that's how life seems to be,
like the British stole the Kohinoor,
and the Indians were left in agony...
Broken...
that's how life seems to go on,
I try to find the petal,
but get pierced by a thorn...
Shaken...
that's how life seems right now,
with the sky below my feet and
the earth right above...
Shattered...
that's how life seems today,
like The World Trade Centre
on September's 11th Day...
Dry...
that's ow life seems to pass by,
Like the leaves that wither in Autumn,
finally fall and die...
Black...
that's how life seems to mould,
I'm grappling in the dark and
there's nothing to hold...
Cold ...
that's how life seems to shiver,
I'm holding it tight,
It still seems to melt away quicker and quicker....
Sinking...
Life seems to be hitting the ground...
just like The Titanic,
She hit the iceberg and
went sinking down...
that's how life seems to be,
like the British stole the Kohinoor,
and the Indians were left in agony...
Broken...
that's how life seems to go on,
I try to find the petal,
but get pierced by a thorn...
Shaken...
that's how life seems right now,
with the sky below my feet and
the earth right above...
Shattered...
that's how life seems today,
like The World Trade Centre
on September's 11th Day...
Dry...
that's ow life seems to pass by,
Like the leaves that wither in Autumn,
finally fall and die...
Black...
that's how life seems to mould,
I'm grappling in the dark and
there's nothing to hold...
Cold ...
that's how life seems to shiver,
I'm holding it tight,
It still seems to melt away quicker and quicker....
Sinking...
Life seems to be hitting the ground...
just like The Titanic,
She hit the iceberg and
went sinking down...