The days which pass by,
are never too high.
The sadness and loneliness,
which never fades the homeliness.
The tears that come down,
which causes a breakdown.
Oh, I know,
my heart won\'t glow.
Wait, no. I\'ll never stop working on my dreams,
even if I become a heartless machine.
Its the persistent will inside me,
which will make me free.
Imagine when there\'s no stress,
no stress then no mess.
Once accomplished, my life would be full of joy except some days,
and then I\'ll say my goodbyes and lay.