When you know that your hour had come to depart out of the world to the land of the dead . Having loved your own. And who you were in the world loved them to the end
Reach out your hand and cut through the wind
What emerges is the path your soul reveals
Draw your map
Even the value we have built is about to fall apart
Who knows where the compass was directing to
As we live our days like the stormy seas
If you breathe deeply and closes your eyes
No one knows for certain
Kick away the darkness
I do it for my own
And you do it for your own, don’t we?
Am ready for it
With the support of some one I can rely on
We will go where we wanna go
Tears and doubt in row of tour
yasnaj writing at large 