it was an unknown journey
but too much known
there were some pure n beautiful dreams
and an innocence,now a reason to moan
as if the whole world knew
just not me alone
that, that path leaded to nowhere
if only now i could return back home

they assert that those imaginations were never there
dunno why i always believe they exist
there would never be a sign of light in this everlasting night
but still i love not to desist
my breath would slowly erase out, n vision would fade
but inner voice would still persist
even when im a no one, when my identity dissolves
there would remain that unceasing mist

on the bare stage now
you would still be able to see me
but this time not an angel like before
there would be no wings, no halo, n no dreamz
there would be a wounded heart, n a chained soul
n there would be nothing like it used to be
there would be just silence
a silence to prevail till the eternity