Here again we are standing against
the wall of silence,
time has made us partners of sorrow.
Merchants of terror have spread their
on the road. I was only a name.
Hundreds of miles fear was darting
no body knows who will become unfaithful.
Prayer demands subjugation.
Life sucks the laughter, we want to
go back to childhood,
shut the eyes and recite the hymns of
when prophets were roaming in