Nearer to my end i move
Further away i drove
With the sun in my move
And the Moon in my mood
...
They live a dead life
They give a dead cry
Though they are seen
Keen in their scream
...
A vision is what we see
A mission is what we pursue
A decision is what we take
The decision is what we make
...
If air and water are similar elements of life
Then i can drown in open air
like i am in an ocean with endless waves
And no means for survival
...
Passing By
Nearer to my end i move
Further away i drove
With the sun in my move
And the Moon in my mood
Slowly am passing by
Surely life is good
Lovely mine is rude
Shine as i go with the groove
Fade as i go from the youth
Slowly am passing by
You are a blessing to this generation.