As we grow older
We see things corroding
Like an old house
It's not just our receding hairlines
Or the criss-crossing wrinkles on our faces
We go throw so many seasons in life
That corrodes our soul
A point comes when we realise
The person we saw in our childhood
Has washed away by the waves
And we stand on the pristine shore of our lives
Barely able to recognize our own faces
People come to our life
Attracted by glitz, astonished by humanity
They smile, they sway to our words
And when we lose our voice
They walk away silently
Like deaf and muted audience
We travel to the heights of the skies
Dreamt about the depths of silent seas
And we realise that there is only one thing
Just one thing that we actually need in life
That undiluted soul
Whom we can bare our confused soul
Who revives our lost childhood dreams
Who let us acknowledge our own truths
Beside whom we can write our stories
And sing the songs of our hearts.
