Fading are some memories turning into madness
Past turns the holy demons into present wakeful nights
Carrying us away in a state of some selfless fights
Still winds come with some furious time of morn
And it finally rain tears for the relation that is torn
To realize the relation in realm of human heights
Remembering those words that was followed as some guides
Time turns friends into foes in the streets of pathless tracks
Where love seems wreck and objective seems to be crack
Sometimes we start to wonder all what happened was a fake
Like all folly wishes together which were made
Turns out to be our wave of dreams pulling us back tonight
Stuck with the stream of happy-sadness and a reality to fight
So we could hold a line to move all alone with the fire
To burn streets which scary nights carry as their attire
Nights Hours are some long desire to win all the Stars
Long-Alone admires those eyes to watch them when placed too far.
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