You loved listening to the sweet numbers,

Which might have lulled you to infinite slumbers.

Many a times before, but now wake up.

Times have changed wake up.

Those who walked beside you one day, 

Have decided to walk a separate way.

Now you are alone,

Sitting beside this road,

Left behind forlorn.

You have yourself alone.

Carve the path ahead,

Remember, faith is the thing

Of which all the mortal statues are made

Rest your lamenting heart on the pillow of hope,

Give yourself the courage to help you cope.

With the storm of desolation,

Never beg any consolation

Stand on your feet, face the storm.

Slowly but steadily, move ahead and make your space.

Space for your dreams,

Dreams that you saw one day.

Forgetting your past,

You quiet;y walk your way.