Oh! I don’t see hands on hands these days,
devotion seems like a bloody maze,
I gaze upon the sky and chase the stars,
to reflect back to my old school days.
Nothing pestering the mind, only thoughts of play,
in her gentle touch my heart would sway,
her eyes would caress my inner soul,
such was the love we used to enjoy.
But today, when I peek out of my windows hole,
I hear the echoes of Burglar’s toll,
danger! danger! is what it says,
oh! this gen is trapped in a holy maze
oh! this gen is trapped in a holy maze.