CONSCIENCE IS CHAMBER OF JUSTICE
My conscience being the chamber of justice
Let my conscience decides leave me alone
I never say that I am superior to you in any respects
But no way inferior either for that reason I am here
Wherever I am I will spread light like a candle
Also allow others to light their candles from my candle
For years I didn't remember you my love
But that doesn't mean I didn't remember you
Since evening I am waiting with tears filled eyes
Reason; my soul is restless for your company
I was watching from window leaves falling from the trees
This being Autumn, the trees will soon get new leaves
The seasonal changes signal; Change is only permanent
Seasons come and go but not the time gone by neither youth.
Time has, however one good quality, it never lasts; be good or bad
So we say tough time never lasts but tough people do, how true in life.
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