All dreams were like floating thoughts here and there in the endless sky of life br We met them all now and then in the journey called life br The spark of first love and death of love in the bondage of relationships br The mourning of lover and sprouting of a new bud in shape of a new love br All lies and the truth, that uneasy desperation to be one, br So you run and catch the bus, which you thought was the last and after you moved on br Just for once you turn to find that waiting for that warm spark will be as long you are here, but for sure, not forever.. and when you would be gone, the hearth below will be dry, br Up there we all would meet at the dawn br The soul beyond life will rejoice.... br That uneasy desperation to be one will melt and would become a dropp of tear, which will fall from the sky on the dry hearth so that new flower of hope, love and divinity can sprut.