Travelling for many centuries,
Through meadows, and deserts
With dreams all along on board
They don't abandon any of us,
But they do stay with everyone,
Force-Feed are they by souls,
Oh sure they need to perish be
As some broken dreams O'Abrar
Don't let to fall onto sleep,
They come to make pain and regret,
And alike of a curse they stand
Every hour of darkness recaps,
Dreams make me remember
My defeat in a battle with fate
Where I lost my everything
Even I don't had anything with,
But still they come like a play
Into my thought of old-music
Became'd in captivity of past,
Who sentenced me prison within?
Dreams O'Abrar, Dreams O'Abrar
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