Truth and Reality
When the colors of sorrow fade away,
When the leaves come back to life,
When the shadows of the past finally lifts up,
When living went rife,
What an enchanted illusion,
Reality is, like a lullaby
For we are still children,
Grown enough to cry,
When the people start to love,
Another not because they are bound,
And life will be beautiful,
Like the ocean breeze and dulcet sounds.
For what life has taught us is,
More than we can soak in,
But the virtue of living,
Depends on all our sins.
When the colors starts to fill again,
When the leaves starts to fall,
When the shadows become people,
When living unheard the call,
What a surprise,
This life brings,
It indisputably lies ahead,
Like night after day
And morning after night,
If only it could stop,
And change the course of time,
Oh what a wonder that would be,
If life was played,
Just like a game,
And a game no to be won,
Loved cherished and understood,
For the same.
When people begin to leave,
And scars come back again,
When life is all about giving,
And it all is back to normal
Again.
Oh what a strange illusion
Reality is.
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