Faith
Faith
Looking for my faith, I wander away
All I see is people in the hay.
Bliss is what no one looks for
An extraordinary, extravagant life is what one ponders upon
The plants have died, the wells have dried
The gruesome reality behind glittery appearance does hide
Human hands are blood brown
Eyes are every time gleaming for gold, a ruby studded crown
Love is what no one yearns
Money and ill-will is what everyone earns
It is a dense forest of the indivisible mist
Dead, fraughting souls lie, skeleton amidst
The smiles are dead, all lost in dew
Definition of euphoria know none but a few
A life of solitude is what everyone lives
Now, ' He ' is the one who nothing gives
Swaying back, to my life I do return
All I saw did give me a churn
Aim is to be one who happily dies
Faïth is that which within me abides