Yanglem Arjun Singh

Slowly it's reaching you,
Soon it will.
Careless enough,
Meant to live,
But dead.

So less time,
But so much crime.
You aren't free
But soon you'll be.
Your wings,
Cut it down.
Your crown,
Put it down.

Run, just run,
Forget the map,
And look at the sun.
Because destiny is near,
So don't fear.
As soon as you'll reach,
Everything will be clear.

Soon you'll see,
The magic of clouds,
Soon it'll come,
Clear and loud.
The drops of hope,
Down the rope,
Slowly it's reaching you.