Even the silence is not yours,
The singing hymns of a distant life,
In the fading memory,
Even the tomorrow is not yours.
These stones cracking under heavy steps,
The destiny is not yours.
Fate has all the designs to steal away,
Hope has found wings to cross the rainbow,
These broken stars, and an unseen moon,
The sun may pierce through the thick clouds;
This evening is not yours, either this time.
Lo! The omnipresent shadow
All prayers even not yours.
The rain drops, all falling from the skies,
The earth, the bones and flesh not yours.
The crumbling walls where you show strength,
Shall fly in the air, or drowned in water,
You are a soul or resurrect, even then nothing is yours.
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