In the dead of night,
Like an unrest soul,
Cursed all eternity,
When many in asleep,
Comfort in a bed.
The night is still young.
Dreams keep us awake.
Promises to keep.
In the dead of night,
Like an unrest soul,
Cursed all eternity,
When many in asleep,
Comfort in a bed.
The night is still young.
Dreams keep us awake.
Promises to keep.
I read once a wise man had said
"Once you have travel, the voyage never ends, the mind can never break off from the journey".