A Grace Of Oblivion

Broken old songs are murmuring their selves there inside my mind Since centuries they exist there Inside my soul are rendering woes of love and their longings are there Ah old songs you're like my heart you keep memories inside no matter how old they are Still old old friends and their memories eternally exist there They are so honorable my precious antique temples Since long long centuries are existing there With them I used to live because when I love I believe I believe and I give bunches of love without thinking that human beings love is treacherous in whiles forgets deserts hearts But I'm the one who does not has the grace of oblivion May deliberately I never wanted to lose them Every friendship has a place and its value with nothing would be compared or changed Though they forget and walk away but their memories are hidden tight there