The Journey

Walking on with speed of a run
Listening to the strings & words of some unknown
The recent changes turn around for a déjà vu
As the wheels of life step up with a different view

Through these mobile windows…we see wild flowers in bloom
We see at times beauty in ruins and gloom

Rescued from death by force though pale & faint
Mine as whom washed from spot of child bed taint
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind
Sweetness and goodness in her as a person shined

Yeah, yeah…its true
Through these mobile windows…we see wild flowers in bloom
We see at times beauty in ruins and gloom

As to embrace me she inclined to her delight
I woke up, she fled, and the day brought back my night
All along the journey we question authority by rule
And taking it to the hilt to shake and thus killing its cool

Yeah, yeah…we do
Through these mobile windows…we see wild flowers in bloom
We see at times beauty in ruins and gloom