Our life seems like a patchwork of sands and dusts. Then you know that at every point in time every one has sang this song of lamentation: "Had I known", "Why is this happening to me".
Such lamentations follow the wishes for death.Yet we cling to our lives. But there is beauty betwixt all. You only have to find it. And despite all, we all have one wish;
that the day when the owner of our souls come.
When we close our weak eyes awaiting death,
When we have our final stretch and breath,
We hope that we would have found beauty, that regret would be far from us.
And as we sleep in an unwake, the final song on our dead minds should be the;
Song of peace and the Song of Freedom.