Journey
Journey
The road of the mountain;
doesn't allow to express the pain.
And the lovable dream of tired eyes;
A broken guitar- A drop of tear - A blind rise.
The stars of sky smile to see;
It is bittersweet like a honey bee.
The peak of it seems too high and kind;
Although the restlessness is hunting the mind.
Time is cruel and never allows the past;
The clouds hide the stars at last.
The sea-level rises and it becomes deep;
We have to spread after the last sleep.