
The door is locked with tiny light beaming in,
My feeling is, am I suffering more than my sin
The clouds of darkness are all over the place,
Am waiting eagerly for glimpse of sunlight phase
My aspirations are giving up on my hope,
The wait and patience are losing on the scope
The existence of living, is forcing me to rebel,
Coz humanity is turning sour in a nutshell.
My feeling is, am I suffering more than my sin
The clouds of darkness are all over the place,
Am waiting eagerly for glimpse of sunlight phase
My aspirations are giving up on my hope,
The wait and patience are losing on the scope
The existence of living, is forcing me to rebel,
Coz humanity is turning sour in a nutshell.


