what was once

for all the silence that has crept in, and left such a garden of eden to waste

the beauty, a glimpse of god now laid to waste for human endeavours fail

mending the old broken house, that I once had so many different tastes,

for the light of dawn again seems to come, but the warmth now gone,

for all that once meant of great importance and innocense was brought down

and that its disappointing to see this, to know that life's promise shattered

the living that once was the light of the eternal grace

i see far and wide, i see the diming of the stars all night, and no hope now remains

cause all the meannings now fade, like a jeolous summers breaks the beautiful spring love

frail and subtle, the love bore the weight, which two souls could not understand

belief slyly took the back door, and we were left all alone,

the eden was lost again in the tales, with no hopes to be found again

a distant flute sings of similar songs, i hear more of these gardens burnt to the ground

though i am one, yet the pain of the mother i hear again and again for she bears

burdens of all and encompassing the pain that was sent from the reasons of cause and practical

melancholic chants in the wind i often hear, words of sympathetic praise follow all

yet i know that all may come to pass when the actual tremour would set in the waste

thundering silently, like a deep groan the sounds will rise, the pied pipper will hasten his tune

send his wishes for all to follow, and like puppets they all shall follow his charm at the end

the fallen, the wasted and the living will all follow to his tune, will all come to unite again

human failures, its weaknesses and his downfalls would not follow the dunes

and then a second chance will too then arise, out of the crowd blind foldedly i will be led to you