She looks pale now,
pale like the old yellow stair.
I wonder whats wrong,
I wonder whats not.
Into the locked dungeons
dark as black
What has she done?
Whats been done?
is still curved liked the question mark.
Walking on the streets have become strange,
as I hear her cry
I hear her die.
The music is same all around
and it seems no one's noticing
They do nothing while doing everything
So i take the step
but how can i?
My freedom's bound
bound by elders, society and people
the people whom i even don't know!
So i am kept away
as far as they could keep me from her,but,
I still hear her cry
I still hear her die.