Sometimes I wanted my form to die To cease my breath & escape my existence Where did I run to, the earth or the sky? Or at the Hell's door, to stop for my heart's resistance. The me who was in such times, I smile at you You have been freed from your nightmares for a long time. Here I bow my head in respect to the few, Who gifted me a land of hope and a love mine. To the soul that was homeless, going through a daze You held it dearly, feeding it your own life. It grew up with desires of being in your gaze, Rising it's strength to be with you in every strife. I hope you realise the bliss you blessed, A spirit has bloomed whose heart you have possessed.