O' Children of God

We are zombies wandering
Day and night,
Wishing to make
Our future bright;

We are all a bunch
Of fucking slaves,
Dragging ourselves deep
In the cave;

We spend our life
Chasing the infinite,
In a desperate hope
To see the light;

O’ children of God
Open you eyes,
Like invisible air
Right here happiness lies;

The sun always shines
Clouds block the rays,
But don’t chase the clouds
Make them rain.

I will Win

Life is dragging
Like a snail
Mistakes made
Leave a long trail

Agony and pain
Time is tough
Luck has stuck
Just like cough

Dreams dying
A sad demise
No gifts present
At my premise

Where is the morn
That the deeds bring
Despite of karma
There is no spring

Oh my lord
Give me strength
To fight this thunder
With all my length

Oh my lord
Give me power
To cross this bridge
Of lag and pyre

The night will fall
Tomorrow will come
When, to my destiny
I will run

Aim is high
And thoughts will spin
But its my desire
And I will win