‘HIGH’
(Written by ARHAM SHAFIQ)
Ride the tide, get yourself fly high,
Balance on that,
Balanced on the biggest wave,
You race towards the Heaven’s drape.
Your dreams are here,
Of flowing delight,
Of mornings bright,
Of everything right.
With these I seek,
Those memories going week,
The Heaven now calls,
The Heaven now calls me.
I’m on a road,
On the road of high imagination,
Don’t know where it leads,
But leads to the destination,
The destination I rigorously need.
The grass will be greener,
The light will be brighter,
The taste will be sweeter,
The life will be fragrant,
When friends are surrounded…
The dawn mist glowing,
The water’s flowing,
The endless stream…
Then the time was mine,
Angel brought me a goblet of wine,
I was high up above all the kings,
The bell’s rung and the pendulum swings.
Owned the streets I used to stroll-by,
Shed the happy tears as I passed by,
Enjoyed the colors of life and flown high…
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