As she sits under the roof,

Reminiscing her lost chance of aloof,

Foggy drapes of darkness by a shadowy wind,

Closes my door for a shining drift,

Trying to forget her endless lies,

So small steps to rise,

were a poisonous route,

To fire such a flute,

Oh! If I ever knew it before,

I would have washed those misty eyes way afore,

But what she never see,

Is the faded scars of the lonely sea,

Wandering bark of flawless nights,

Once had scars by humanly fights....

Meaning :-

Everything has its own scars,
One is never better than the other,
It is just the way you see it.......