Hours کے بول

Hours, a time to feel real A moving sea which flows within my eyes Hours, a stare inside of me Holding dear like a distant memory Faceless in the daylight and the night Climbing far and near Faces disappear Hours would return in photographs Of many years the time that had passed Hours, the moments made believed Thrown inside a caged menagerie Hours, a time to feel real A moving sea which flows within my eyes Hours, a shout within the wind Bring me back the secret lives we live