What do I have left..a broken hope?or tired feelings?Nothing will remain as it is .Even that broken hope someday it will be o.k.Do not ask me how or urge now..When you cry you will get the reply..When your heart tastes the meaning of dusk time..Your feelings will surely know which crime..That crime you made to keep me a prisoner in your silence..But it will come and your silence will talk ..I am not gonna wait for that moment to talk..Becuase my heart tells me that there might be a hope..which will help me in this life to cope..Then, the cuffs will be removed indicating to a new life..I will collect my pains ,dreams and what remains of you and put them a side..Till I find that heart which I consideras a new guide..Do not say why??Because your heart of my pains did not cry..