When the noise will cease and play will end ;
when the crowd is gone and the curtains descend .
there will still be a heart strumming the ballad ;
there will still be a mind with a story to pen.
When the heart stops aching from a broken end ;
When the mind start crooning that a new life began .
There still be a thought of changing the past ;
There still be some memories to befriend .
When the night start falling and its getting dark ;
When the moon starts hiding behind the cloudy arc.
There still be a Lighthouse , braving the angry sea ;
There still be a candle ,burning till it’s free .
When the life is a pain with no end in sight ;
When black is the only colour you find bright .
There still be a hope of
a magic wand ;
There still be a dream of the promised land.
