I was walking through shores
In search of the sea meeting the moon
I was walking through roads
In search of the way meeting the destiny
Wasn't sure about the way
Where I was afraid of the day

I was walking through steeps
Not afraid of the way
But was afraid of the destiny

I was walking through graves
Not afraid of the dead souls
But was afraid of meeting your real soul......

I kept walking through,
In search of the reality
Where everything looked different.......
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