One dilemma after the
other, that's what life holds,
And
it eventually will be okay, we are often told.
How
true this statement is, no one is aware,
But questioning the destiny? Now who would ever dare?
But questioning the destiny? Now who would ever dare?
Despite of every stumble and every painful fall,
We get up, dust our clothes and again stand tall.
We get up, dust our clothes and again stand tall.
Whatever is meant to happen it always does,
But how to cope with it, that's all the fuss.
But how to cope with it, that's all the fuss.
The light near the tunnel does give hope,
We might finally reach before the doors are closed.
We might finally reach before the doors are closed.
