Oh, where does that sound comes from ?
Still wandering in those mighty mysterious Valleys ?
The thoughts haunting your mind,
and the heart keeps them unheard.
Poor soul is the victim of this melancholy
This unjustified tug of war between
practicality and the beguiling virtual sphere,
that this heart portray.
Just let them inn,
Those sounds that revert back,
Let it break,
The lovely barrier that has ceased you,
from being you,
go deep inside,
listen to the voices,
relish the pain,
because that' s the path to real you.
Let those Echoes inn,
They are the voices of that unheard side,
Waiting to be lifted.