There’s a longing in me to see a human,
There\'s a longing in me to be merry for no reason,
There\'s a longing in me to know the unknown,
There\'s a longing in me…just a longing…
There\'s a longing in me to undo the mundane
For the mundane just exists to kill…
Questions to ask and questions to answer
Questions to fill you from inside
You’ve just not got the equation right
With each passing day, you’re an open book
The way you feel and the way you breathe…
Hoping to see humanity at play, people resonating the same vibe
With stories of hate and aggression against humankind
Bewildered… I hated the aggressor
Hating him, and I hate his makers all the more
With each passing day
I understood to be a human is to be alive.
For I understood we all are seldom alive
With each passing day
I clamor inside silently for my longing….Just for my longing…
For them to not remain as my longings…just my longings