Where
is the love? Has it flown with the dove?
The
people are strange, their acts are estranging...
Why
the weird feeling? Why the moments are not healing?
After
so many conditions, why there is so many confusions.
People
can actually change in a blink, they don’t even care that somebody is in mode
sink.
We
came so far, now the things are below par.
There
are few who believe in destiny, well the others who believed in just love are
in agony.
The
feelings are lost, the words are frost.
It
seems all was fake and untrue,
You
won’t be able to stand and this I never knew.
The
world is ugly, the hope is filthy.
This
time neither will I forget or forgive, but you should remain wealthy and
healthy
