Close To The Heels
Till yesterday I had been traveling far and wide
Through the greasy fields of my fate
Where a torturous smile fidgeted on me.
But, today I yonder through the roads of burning hope
Where I presume a clink of dwindling faith dwells.
Maybe in the extinct crater of her mind
A few embers still smolder which is obscure
And I hope, somehow I could fan them into flame.
My desire for this lady who is harnessed in her twenties
Has come into my head to rule my heart
And this has been an emotional attachment by nature
This has been sweeping me wild into a new cage of hope.