My earth is ending here…dear
No road is moving towards the horizon
No song has been written for the sorrow
Here I am standing along, to see the black tomorrow.
No wind running mild,
No wings that fly high
No sense of love or joy
No hurt or hate, I can borrow.
Writing few words,
Might not make sense to you
Nothing will change without me, I know
But somebody will write same word for his black tomorrow.