HOPES

When your feet won't fall on my life ever again,

The sun would still rise though it wouldn't be sunshine.

My heart would sing but to cawing  of crows

Each new day, a new morn

Having nothing in common except for its bitterness.

When your feet won't fall on my life ever again,

The sun would still rise though it wouldn't be sunshine.

The cafe shop wouldn't crave for customers though.

I would too pay a visit, relishing old times.

The Hazel would still ring, but in wild tunes.

When your feet won't fall on my life ever again,

The sun would still rise though it wouldn't be sunshine.

The desperate farmer would still wait for the rains,

The old widow would still wait for son's return back home;

And I;would lead my life with a hope that you would come back soon with love.