Empty Hands
Empty Hands
Can I change my doom?
Should I cheer or gloom?
Is this the law of nature?
Flowers fade and bloom?
life is like an irony
Everything splits in harmony
Love is left far behind
People care for money
Sitting on the shore alone
I miss people who gone
One by one we all leave
To a place so unknown
World is like footprints on sand
One wave and nothing on land
Still trying to grab everything
But you will have empty hands...
