Through the gusting winds and roaring waves

when lives rush to conquer the seas

It's the murmer of the shores and call of the greens
A polestar role, someone's ought to be
When waves crash the sands with agony
the shore should calm them in his arms
The waters and the sands, they are nothing but individual
but choose to be each other's melancholous charms
They are criticised but they are immortalised
those who had left in search of the Pandora's Box
Life had provided them indigenous opportunities
and priorities, which were'nt supposed to be coaxed
The only one who belongs to the shore
should live and strive, and wait and wry,
The lighthouse should shine alone,alive and prone
for a columbuss who's riding on the waves, close by