The Doubt کے بول

Staring bearing The load of past days Waiting trailing Much too many ways Hiding providing The next you had to brave Fading and hating The robe the past you gave Come leave the sea Of burden you trail Come leave the sea And raise from the vale Come leave the sea And stand upright To see your sea From a distant sight Despising arising The fate would like to turn Blessing confessing The safe you prefer Wounded and bounded There's still the hope to flee The craving for changing Is yielded by apathy Every trial Remain a scar Of hate and sorrow On your memories Like million nails stung The past in your vein And then you start Your proof again