Verse 1
Turning back is not easy, moving forward is hard to do,
And I can’t even stand still — this time is a killer, so cruel.
Trampling over my very being, time just keeps on passing by,
Each passing moment leaves me humiliated in this life.
Still, I’m standing where I was — even if I wished to walk ahead,
The path would deceive me if I moved just a step ahead.
I don’t know what that obsession is, why my heart refuses to bend,
And I can’t even stand still — this time is a killer, my friend.
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Verse 2
Something inside me keeps holding on, I don’t know why,
A strange, unknown fear keeps growing — no need to falsify.
It’s helplessness that I don’t understand, but surely there is something more,
I don’t say fate is God, but something’s there for sure.
Look — chains around my feet, and yet a shoreline in my sight,
And I can’t even stand still — this time’s a killer, just not right.
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Verse 3
I’ll do only what feels right, what truly pleases my heart,
I’m not the one who shuts their eyes to follow a practiced art.
Let people think what they want, say what they will — why be mad at them?
I’m lost in my own work — why would I complain, my friend?
Till the day I’m a failure, who will call me capable or wise?
Turning back is not easy, moving forward is hard to rise,
And I can’t even stand still — this time is a killer, in every guise.
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