We 'll let these days pass by,
We would still try to touch the sky..
When our wings are wounded.
When our hopes are but those yesterday's things.
We will try..
We Will try to fly with those broken wings.
We will try to rise from the ashes,
may be winds of time will take them away.
Could there be another way?
Well it's all in our minds..
It's our fight.
We will get it or,
It will all be gone..
We will survive or may be..
We too will be gone.
While finding our way home.
It's okay if we couldn't lead
We still were last lone survivors.
For some we died for some we lived.