Waiting کے بول

the frost invades the day's growing dark lock your doors misery arrives black, silent smiles passion is chained hatred is born love forlorn waiting for the time when sunbeams touch my face feel its warm embrace waiting for the time when flowers rise again growing over pain forests burning bright fire finds new home the air blows hot drying fruity minds ashes fall like snow burying our souls my warning cries were never heard waiting for the time when words will win again spirit, thought and soul waiting for the time when jealousy will die waiting for the time spirit under ice empty veins of blood all ears are closed all mouths are locked murderers of word murderers of thought rivers flood down my cheeks