Lying on my bed, in the
Quiet sound of the breezy night.
Deep in thought with myself
And weakens by the inner fight.
Communication goes on and on
With myself all along.
It was just me on my bed
And myself within.
We talked on issues both
Out and within.
As the fruitless present
And the painful moment
Of the time had me turn
To the left and to the right
In search of HELP.
A help, just a help to ease my fret.
Been left alone in the crowds
Of careless multitudes.
They made a circle around me
But I'm still in solitude.
Struggling by myself and
And myself within.
Matters arising both
Out and within.
Will my change come soon?
Will it unfolds the hand folded
Towards me?
Look how many they are,
I call them my own
But they left me to be
On my own
Careless multitudes they are.
The courage I keep on and on
Learning to live
My life on my own.
Though they won't speak
The time will not keep Calm
It will speak, yes it will
And when it becomes so loud,
It will inch their ears
And open their eyes
They will search after me.
Their joy if they find
Me in the nature of God.
The nature the forgives
And forgets all.
The careless multitudes.
