The mornings come, the days dawn
Soothing rays of light come upon the land,
Chirping birds bloom, the trees yawn
Nature awakes everyday, spreads her hand
To the unreal world of man.

Countless dreams confined in every soul
Striving and striving to reach the heights,
Ah! Getting lost in the maze and they howl
Never knowing they are out of the lights
That were promised to make them bright.

Getting lost in their own maze
The emptiness of the future they deny,
Making creed in their own ways
Don’t know their heavenly souls cry,
They want to live, so they want them to die.

Materialistic world, captivated man,
It got hold of his heavenly spirit,
Now in the empty life we stand
No longer we need the spirit,
No longer we seek
The Absolute Spirit…