The Escape
Our Soul is afraid to shut the eyes
It will create more darkness
The world is full of screaming lies
Where to escape from this madness?
There is a sea of unfulfilled dreams;
And an ocean of deflated hopes
Life has only few sacred beams
Alongside the burning rope
Who can describe the world?
Do these souls have any meaning?
Suppressed children and mourning adults
Goodness is only good for dreaming
The thoughts need badly to be flourished
But enemies of wisdom block the roads
Some may bloom and some may be perished
The Escape take some secret codes
The soul would need to open up,
And speak through the window of thoughts
The joy of freedom would be abrupt
Power within the soul can be bought
Urge is the tool of action,
Strangulate the lazy daydreaming
The flames would burn of your passion,
With rivers of victory steaming
Holding the hands of intellect
And clutching the feet of dismay behind,
Jumping ahead for coins to collect
The soul would learn to climb
Built out of the light of lord,
The soul knows how to enlighten the ways
The harsh brightness would burn world's eyes
"The soul woke up",is what they"ll say
There will be escape of soul from body
It is the work of thought not death
The bridges on the way may be shoddy
But the words of thought should be spread
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