Blessings
*Blessings*
I gazed at a candle light in twilight,
Burning under the baluster of a churchyard
And its flame fluctuating in a soft breeze,
It can be withered its wick in a wild wind
White doves fluttering their wings and muttering
The Priest preaching about salvation at the red-carpeted pulpit
But ears of the chevaliers are still filled with fluid
They doesn't know the heart of man is the art of God
But their sculptured mind fading its purity.
I think blessing from God is still flaming for us.
But our heart is always searching for darkness everywhere.
And if you never come closer to get the light burning for you.
'T'wil be melted and faded like the candle
And you'll be live here in darkness like before
Burning under the baluster of a churchyard
And its flame fluctuating in a soft breeze,
It can be withered its wick in a wild wind
White doves fluttering their wings and muttering
The Priest preaching about salvation at the red-carpeted pulpit
But ears of the chevaliers are still filled with fluid
They doesn't know the heart of man is the art of God
But their sculptured mind fading its purity.
I think blessing from God is still flaming for us.
But our heart is always searching for darkness everywhere.
And if you never come closer to get the light burning for you.
'T'wil be melted and faded like the candle
And you'll be live here in darkness like before
VIPINS PUTHOORAN
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