There is something with that tree
it makes me feel so free
then i look up to the sky
my soul goes out to fly
and when i am gone
with the birds
i feel so lonely up here
then i feel... oh ! love of me
i have done the unforgivable
and when i am done
all alone i look down to the fields
where wrong and right meets
then i feel this is it.
This is the land of the unforgiven.

Music in my head
hands of love in mine
peace all around
and then to fade away
with the western sun
into the crimson sea.

You talk of peace
then you slay me away
nocturnal are your keeps
and i am bright as day.
you call me freedom
and bind me in chains
this love of yours
brings nothing but pain
how can i be ever slaved
in cages that withers with age.
so many times i have told you this
you can't buy me love
just roses won't suffice
this affection of yours
is like a poison dart
shoots through air and breaks my heart
You grant me freedom
and chop off my wings
now flying and soaring
are out of my schemes.
this is what your love
has done to me
i am free and alone
but can't even dream.

We rush ourselves because of impatience
urge to know it all that is
in due, we restrain finer details of glee
wondering in the end what it could been have be

curiosity to find,sometimes does blinds,
sudden hint of truth,and lost to be remind
chasing the truth is against the very nature of it
let it come to you,aside all deceits

sometimes waiting is worthy of what you perceive
in due process,reasons you receive

Ever fed a poor hungry for days?
If you did,you would know what gratitude is.
Ever listened to a needy mother's wail?
If you did you would know from where real pain hails.
Ever seen a bird knitting her nest?
If you saw you would know what selfless love is.
Ever noticed a child fall and get back up?
If you did you would know what persistence yields.

let my inner fire kindle at the slightest sight of thee, o master,
for in my luminescence they catch a glimpse of thy greatness;

I see myself burn within me
wondering who lit this fire
(Was it me?)
being human i blame at thee
what to do,what not to do
pondering over what's gonna be