Coma کے بول

I've seen a coma of the trees forgotten forlorn falling leaves that seem content with atrophy as seasons pass them by I've felt a coma of the sun the work from light of day undone a cold wind blows the night's begun as moments pass us by wasted work, that's been put forth blood and sweat to make once more progress that's been made before existence wanders by . . . . . . our lives . . . . . . . . . wake up and open your eyes wake up you're starting anew wake up and fade from your dreams wake up rise to your fate your fate your fate oh rise to your fate your fate, your fate, oh rise to your fate your fate, your fate, oh rise to your fate your fate, your fate, oh rise to your feet