May be I don’t know, maybe I get old,
Decisions were made when we stop to draw,
Life is like a pieces of broken tear of hope,
Sometimes you full of joy, sometimes you get so low,
Nothing really matters when the bud started to grow,
The wind tries him to blow, the sun tries him to glow,
He faces every season no matter how dark and so cold,
He fears the pain so hoe, sometimes he looks with Moe,
The feelings were so real, he waited the rain to fall,
He looked him in the tear, he smiled with falling drop,
He tries to get some cheer in the bleakly night of wrong,
The water gets so high, the mud started to slide,
He looked in every story to save him from that pine,
He grooming like a dime, inside of lonely mind,
The heart started to blind in the lights of gazing eyes,
The future in the shadows coming from blur to life,
Entering slowly into time, the time which hides the treasure of good laughs and sorrows reside,
We don’t know how to find, we don’t know how to bribe,
Just wait for the happy ending to find us so suffice,
The new year will arrive, the waves will break the tide,
The vows will again get better and exchange in the light of shrine,
The hope of getting stronger in the heart will again rise,
Never loose the rope of broken splices of hope,
Which leads you to the bigger and wiser end of the knot,
We find hope from the ashes and save it in twilight,
Dancing in the moonlight and spread love that all we have,
We come to see the fate from which all of it left,
We wish to get the offerings, what decisions were already made,
Happy new year and happy new life, old days will never forget.
AM