(I)
Slowly yet surely the clock ticks by
I have no answers to seek for or questions to ask why
For here are people of all kinds kids young and old
Few faces shining with hope,smiling,yet few crying and cold!
A sight so scary and frightening to behold
People here are praying,they have their breath to hold!
(II)
These empty corridors and the patients behind closed doors
The whispers of their dear ones and talking of the sisters
Strolling around this loneliness my heart is heavy, my eyes go sore
Still I wont sleep,to complete all by myself I have a chore...
On the chair as I sit hence advances the night
In a few hours from now to arrive promises the sunlight
(III)
Through the glass panes the morning sun peeps
Standing at this gates of heaven an ambulance beeps
There I see far away at a corner a mother woefully weeps
All this while on a stretcher
As her son so silently and peacefully sleeps...
(IV)
All of a sudden choked and suffocated I feel
Thinking how if ever that wound on the mother's heart would heal
At the race of life and death,death has ruthlessly won,
In that fight she has lost her only son......!
Slowly yet surely the clock ticks by
I have no answers to seek for or questions to ask why
For here are people of all kinds kids young and old
Few faces shining with hope,smiling,yet few crying and cold!
A sight so scary and frightening to behold
People here are praying,they have their breath to hold!
(II)
These empty corridors and the patients behind closed doors
The whispers of their dear ones and talking of the sisters
Strolling around this loneliness my heart is heavy, my eyes go sore
Still I wont sleep,to complete all by myself I have a chore...
On the chair as I sit hence advances the night
In a few hours from now to arrive promises the sunlight
(III)
Through the glass panes the morning sun peeps
Standing at this gates of heaven an ambulance beeps
There I see far away at a corner a mother woefully weeps
All this while on a stretcher
As her son so silently and peacefully sleeps...
(IV)
All of a sudden choked and suffocated I feel
Thinking how if ever that wound on the mother's heart would heal
At the race of life and death,death has ruthlessly won,
In that fight she has lost her only son......!
