Roaring clouds gather br makes me all remember br the days which had special feeling br where no walls had any peeling br br Everyday new ideas hatch br nowhere could be found a scratch br br Colourful flowers were in bloom br nobody seemed to be in gloom br br Rain showered its happiness br then who could think of drowsiness? ? br br All night moon and stars shine br thought never occured of dying. br br Everything seemed to be so known br there was no feeling of being a vagabond. br br Roaring clouds still gather br time has changed..its a different matter.