YOGESH P lyrics : "Withered"
that made him a martyr
like drops in an ocean of the insane
Was it the fire
his funeral pyre
burning away his wooden frame
Did he remember
the wintry December
whiff of the spring in the morning rain
Invisible borders
The shadow upon her
Sound of the train that never came
He's withered
with her
with her
Was it a notion
a muddled emotion
srand of a thought that's here to stay
Crouched in the corner
trying to warn her
Thoughts of a mind in disarray
Angelic gardens
Sign of the fallen
Glimpse of the world he wished away
He opened his eyes
No sign of surprise
Living the lie another day
He's withered
with her
with her
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