After many rains, The seed never sprouted, Twas dead, not dormant, And the land that bore i... After many rains, The seed never sprouted, Twas dead, not dormant, And ...

Call it a muse, Take it as inspiration, Look at its aspiration And rise, Call it a muse, Take it as inspiration, Look at its aspiration And rise...

A soul wrought with a longing of another A soul wrought with a longing of another

They fall between the two cliffs of thoughts Touch the ground sprouting dreams Would spread ar... They fall between the two cliffs of thoughts Touch the ground sprouting dream...

This is my garden, I'll plant it with care. This is my garden, I'll plant it with care.

In the sorrows of old age. In the sorrows of old age.