I want to see br what is hidden br In the deep layers br Of my life- br I wish to look br On the other side br Of a big glass door br That's blocking my view br I desire if I can br See, smell and hear br That sweet voice of hope and faith br That I have lost br I hope one day br The door of illussion br Will open successfully br On its own- br So I can relax br And not feel stressed br from this constant race br Of this life br Where only struggle br Greets my morns br And pushes me to br The edge of despair-br br Seema Chowdhurybr br