Honesty Of The Souls

Lost in memory of time Poor hearts at the corners of life There they left all alone No one can feel their pain inside Lost in memory of time The life for them used to be always but always lost desires Once upon the time they had the opportunity to describe What they want in life One day everything was just a breath away So easy that if just they could extend their hands They would touch their heart desires But the spirit who's pride is precious then anything else in this life always refused to be a beggar They stood there all alone They preferred to be just a memory in sprite of time Because they've had noble and honest thoughts.