Purpling Sways

years have passed by,

days have flashed by,

deadly they were,

few moments in there,

as sweet as honey,

in a pot full of money,

in a pot full of money.

in pretty dress we were,

like two eyes on a sear,

guarded by tears,

which wanted us to hear

which wanted us to hear.

oh divine,

one more moment,

through this torment,

all in a whisper,

i would have heard,

why, why,

why me,

of all the thorny blades,

dancing in the shade,

so happy and cheerful,

so bloody and dreadful,

why me

why me

i wakeup every morn,

all looking torn,

filled with so much fear,

shoes tied neat,

all set to gear,

run says my soul,

run tells my daddy,

run tells my mommy,

running, running an running,

running into the wild,

through the rugged path,

so now and so on.

i always saw the end,

ended in bends,

enough enough

why me why me

i begin from the end,

right up to another end,

and there it goes again,

rolling stone i became,

with no one to stop me came,

so free and willy.

so free and willy.

along gathered moss,

to soothen my cross,

from my little pot of honey,

to bigger world of honey,

so cold it was,

and harder than it was,

for the rolling stone in me,

to even stroll with so much moss.

oh divine,

one more moment,

through this torment,

all in a whisper,

i would have heard,

why me why me,

from dawn to dusk,

i whisper in husk

'i can't i can't'

heard from within,

full of rythm,

'we can we can'

in pretty dress i wait,

for the only moment sake,

to drop just once,

so free held tight

so free held tight

again rolled the rolling stone,

deep within me,

so happy

and with hew.