You will return.

I watch you from the otherside,

No one shows you a land tonight.

Winter is no where near,

But you will wait no more,

you will fold your hands,

and make wings,

like a migratory bird

you will return back home,

even before the morning shines.

Dont listen to them.

people, they say,

 to sell.

You , you can mould a song.

Sing it,

you can sing it for me.

You, you can tell me again

cry it,

i will listen with silence,

till the night is gone. 

Just like my yesterdays

the tommorows will be red.

May be i will walk again,

from that path I left,

or that i began.

May be i will sing again

that sad song of heaven

or that of hell.

Left or right, past or present,

I know nothing about me

neither the four walls i see.

But i know when summer comes

you will be home again.

And i will dream of you,

the way you  look through your window pane,

waiting for the rain.

I watch you from the otherside,

No one shows you a land tonight.

I cant read the road signs,

Nor see the lights ,

But i know you break and bend, 

and will stand again,

Like circles it will  return,

like a string less kite you will fly

And return back home,

even before, the morning shines.