As we swim in the ocean of our past
We know that we loose our dear ones
As we lost our first tooth...
The tears of our soul keeps us reminding the person's for which we kept repenting....
The prisoner of our past traps the pioneer of our future...
Our destiny becomes so ironical that sometimes we laugh over things nothing comical.....
Sometimes we cry over the person who hurts us
And on the other end we curse them.....
As we swim in the ocean of our past,
We know life would be so simple
If these things were not existable ...