in the end....

when the hopes are riding on the winds of time,
and doesn’t pause where we are,
must the wind be cursed or time- chased…
are we on our end…

when the world seems to be square enough,
and we try to escape in the darkest corner,
we may not need the light…
we owe the pain, we owe the wound,
we owe the world the sorrow gained….
are we on our end…

when the hopes are flying on the winds of time,
i was out on the streets, tryin to survive
surely it fools you and doesn’t pause where we are…
we are on our end…

may be a touch from you baby with a dew of smile,
a spark of light in glimpse of your eyes …
the hope of my hopes, can be eased,
surely …
the moment arrived when all will be right,
its amazing,
it’s the end…


aj