STORY OF MY KIND ...
SILENT IN ITS KIND..
MIND is IN ITS OWN FIND
GAIN NOTHING ...STRANGE SIGN

THORNS AND PETALS CANT BE TOGETHER
WELL I SEE THEM BOTH
SHARP IT IS
RED COVERS .. TOGETHER

BROKEN STRINGS OF MY GUITAR
TUNES IT SHREK
PLAYIN AIMLESS ..
GET ME THAT ..WANA BE NOTHING LESS

FROM FAR SOME ONE APPROACH ME
TRY TO REACH ME
BUT I CANT SEE IT ..
WELL ITS BLUR

REACH IS FAR AWAY
THEN HEART WHY DO YOU PREACH
FOR ME ITS HARD TO REACH ..OUT OF REACH


TRACES OF THAT EYES ..
TILL SING THAT CHOIR
WELL THAT CAN BE A SONG
WEN I REACH

AMUSING MYSELF ..WITHOUT YOU
WANT THAT REACH
I CAN SEE IT ..BUT ITS BLUR
WANA REACH

MILESTONES MAY PASS BY
SURPASSING THE MILES I GO FORWARD
BUT SOMETHING PUSH ME BACK
THE QUESTION IS HOW WOULD I REACH
EVEN THOUGH ITS BLUR..I FEEL ITS IN MY REACH !!!

I SAY TO MYSELF ITS JUST BLUR
SOME DAY .... THE FOG WILL GO
HEY BOY ....BE A MAN
THE CLOUDS WILL GO




CIAO
ASHU