Rhythm Of Life
Rhythm Of Life
While looking back to her unfulfilled dreams
She thought...
Is she the only one? or
She has friends under this vast roof we called "sky".
Looking up when she murmured...
She heard a soft echo coming down from heaven
"Life is a hut, a dream is a mud, rain is hope..."
Sometimes she finds it easier, sometimes hard
Sometimes she feels happy, sometimes sad
Sometimes I am being loved, sometimes they hate.
Perhaps this is the rhythm of
The beautiful song we name "Life".