Breathe کے بول

Hold on now We're almost there On the go I lost your breath I turned around And you were gone Night heard your sound On the road You turned to air I could feel my bed inhale I heard your cry In my own voice I tried to find Your face in mine I held your touch In my form I held on I turned around and i was gone Why turn around when time moves on Why wait to see? what we saw? We turn to salt