Beautiful things lie around us;
Just turn and look at it;
Days are rolling,
Yet, I'm in the same place;
My mind always wandering here and there;
It is a trap;
The thought holding me;
I'm not able to move;
Oh my god!
I'm going to lose my self;
Can you help to find my way out?
I'm seeking help from my heart;
It is asking me to follow its beat;
I'm just dancing according to its beat;
Still, I'm unable to find my way;
Next I'm seeking help from my blood;
But, I'm drowning;
Coz it is my dream.