Life is fleeting; time is rushing, alone in this weird world; standing on the sand of time - with a drop of tear falling from my eyes, rolling on my cheeks I am petrified; I think where have I reached, and who am I? What did I want in life; what did I look forward to when I was high. Well! No answers I stay mum still think who am I?
I wonder and wonder I think and think perhaps I thought and only thought all my life who am I? I don't question my existence I don't question my tears but I only question who am I?
Life will end, my dreams will get shattered but will I ever get an answer to who am I? I don't want to think, I don't want to cry, I just want to fly, but I am scared... scared to think I might fall and end my fantasies but I want peace within I want to know who am I?
Life has its own colors; life has its own shades, sad to think I can't make a rainbow of it…I might as well wonder and dream to become what I want to but I am not sure don't know who am I?
I love the birds chirping, I love the morning sky and so I want to fly.
Living is one part of life and dreaming is the other, I have lived and I am still alive, but I still wonder who am I?
I love to get drenched in the rain, I love to dream of what I am not, I love to embrace each day with a smile, but I still don't know who am I? I wish I could do a million things I wish I had limousine, I wish and I will wish until I die but I still wonder who am I?
I wish I had wings, I wish I could convince, I love the way the birds sing... I wish I could make a trip to my memory lane and hand a bouquet of flowers to the person who knows the game. I wish I could meet god and ask him who am I?
I sigh, I cry, I laugh, I smile… but I don't know who am I? When heart aches it hurts it makes sad and I wonder who am I?
Am I just rushing with things? Am I not giving time to my emotions to overflow … I am still so confused I still wonder why who am I?
But the day will come I will know who am I? I will make it happen but time flies and it might not happen…
I will cry and cry and ask god “who am I?”
I wish, I wonder but I don't know what; I thought and thought I was clueless. I feel and always felt all that I wanted but now I can't recall because I don't know what it was all about. I am thinking again I got the answer it was Happiness and wealth what I always craved for and I don't know why?
I will question when I want to but who will answer my questions? Time is not going to stand still I will soon perish and wither away and might not know who am I?
I will loose hope I will cry and I will love to question who am I?
