One match stick can light an unquenchable fire,
a dance with time can make a difference.
We sleep in your arms and you just go by
we awake only to ask ourselves what,
have we really been doing.
We see the man we could have been
staring at us from a distance,
because we played with time........
We sleep in your arms,and our
achievements run away
all that we could have had,
We wake up with gray and wonder why we are poor,,,,,,
our children begin to ask
What were you dong when your contempories
burnt the midnight candle?
We sleep in your arms and you can never be recovered....
It's a dangerous thing to sleep in your arms,
time lost can never be recovered..
Welcome to Questioning JUNE.....
