They say to shoot for the moon,
That the stars are in our grasp,
But they don't know we can't reach that far,
Because the sky is made of glass.
If we reach too high, dream too far,
It will all come down with a crash
Our aspirations will shatter into shards
Because the sky is made of glass.
Seasons came; people came
And everything vanished,
I wanted to limit the time into the frame
And the moments which were cherished.
Times, when I was filled with ecstasy
And never leaned on any sorrow,
But the time slipped and went into the sea
And didn't allow me to even borrow.
......
Seasons came; people came
And everything vanished,
I wanted to limit the time into the frame
And the moments which were cherished.
Times, when I was filled with ecstasy
And never leaned on any sorrow,
But the time slipped and went into the sea
And didn't allow me to even borrow.
......
They say to shoot for the moon,
That the stars are in our grasp,
But they don't know we can't reach that far,
Because the sky is made of glass.
If we reach too high, dream too far,
It will all come down with a crash
Our aspirations will shatter into shards
Because the sky is made of glass.