Years

The years passes quickly and my heart kept holding on to something profound and an age old practice refused to leave the town; my heart cannot say goodbye for upon it your destiny lies. Morning cracks the notorious code and spill the beans all over the road and since then the dreams stall in the tree and everyone starts making mockery of me, they are trying to sink my dreams to the bottom of the sea but nature is still looking out for me and time will set me free. Year whose sins are pack with greed kept moving at an indefinite speed, sometimes the days are rupture in the sun and the months are lost in time but I kept holding on to life. Sometimes if feels as if no-one is there and my heart began to fear. I see missiles parachuting in the sky and clouds yonder bellowing with smokes and spitting fire out of its throat, while and the sea opens its gut but the universe declines to shut. Warring years locked up in a vault in the ocean come and unlock the spirit of the living and dead, and roll back the cruse in the sea before it has the better of thee; it has been there for a thousand years ejecting chaos in the atmosphere, the ancestors have left it there, with instructions to open it in a specific year and it must be done before the end of the year or your sorrows will doubled and your miseries will never leave you.Open the vault at the bottom of the sea and set millions of souls free. The substance that is grounded in the earth will start moving with the dirt, move to a place of safety and conquer the dust of time and you will have freedom in your mind. My soul is shaking with the ground and all the lost sheep are already found, my inner soul is praying for thee and I want to see everyone happy but my dreams kept floating on the sea, please make haste to rescue me. Lost years make music in my ear and the sorrows we feel are real but life as provide the perfect shield, and the pains we feel Will soon disappear as memory fades with the fleeting years.