It looked so shiny
It turned so dusty
and when its settling
It looks so messy...
It seems to settle down...
the storm has passed away
but we'r left with a few
and memories of the rest...
One keeps searching
but only to find
what was his
has flew far away ...
the day pass by and so do nights
the week pass by and so do months
and now what he sees is a brave new world
the world which he need to win every day...