Far in the meadow, when the world sleeps down
Lay down its armours and lay down its crown,
There wakes a life with no aim,
Thinking 'bout life as a cruel game.
With no fear for death, with no reasons for life,
Trying to sleep but it didn't knew how!
It wishes everyday, for life to be a hallucination,
It begs 'n' pray to get out of this suffocation.
There's nothing wrong in its life,
But still there's something it can't describe.
It never stops its strive
Against the word which it hates; called-'life'.
There are some people who still love it,
But it always regret it.
'Cause it don't want to be living anymore,
But it can't even die;
For it don't want to leave sadness behind it.
It never wished to burden someone;
For it was always burdened up inside.
It never wish to sadden someone;
For it was always sad inside.