I can’t, i won’t,
close my lids.
Making me stare the curve,
you’ve got me singing with verve.
Got me down, to my knees.
now lift me up, with cool breeze.
Moon on crescent,
thou reflect my mood.
© Hari Prasad. S
I can’t, i won’t,
close my lids.
Making me stare the curve,
you’ve got me singing with verve.
Got me down, to my knees.
now lift me up, with cool breeze.
Moon on crescent,
thou reflect my mood.
© Hari Prasad. S